I steal things. But only from people I love. So, if I’ve never stolen something from you, it just means I don’t care about you…hehe.
Seriously, though, much truth in the above statement. If I were tracking my history and trying to find patterns in my life and neurosis and behavior and see “why” I do such self-destructive things, I probably could trace it back to some point when I was a very self-conscious introverted child. But, I’m not writing that story anymore.
In fact, I’m not even writing the whole stealing thing into my story. I’m not even wondering why I’ll feel a need to steal something so small from a friend–something he or she would mildly notice but be also only mildly fazed by. And I could say something like a part of me actively seeks out a need to feel guilty.
But, lucky that is not a part of my story anymore.
Wow! That feels amazing to not have that be me! Who is that?