You may or may not believe this, gentle reader, but I am quite often ashamed of my behavior. So since my weblog has morphed into the male equivalent of the “women with a problem” blog that I described years and years ago, I figured that I’d blog about it.
So yeah, quite often I’ll do something that I’m ashamed of, feel bad or guilty about it right away, and sometimes get angry with the person who I was interacting with, and sometimes just slink away.
I figure that there are basically two ways of dealing with this. Option #1 would be to stop doing things that I’m ashamed of. Well that isn’t going to happen. I practically survive off of bad ideas and poor execution of the good ideas that I do have. So I guess I’m going to go with Option #B. Eating a jolly rancher every time I feel ashamed. That will cause my blood sugar to go up, and make me feel like crap, thus teaching me not to feel shame.
Perfect plan, right?