It has come to my attention that I am a whiny bitch. Total victim mentality. I say this not to disparage myself, but to provide a firm diagnosis upon which to base treatment. Yet there is hope. Though I viewed learning how to do my laundry as an insurmountable obstacle in my senior year of high school, I do it all the time now with almost no whining and no feeling that they sky is nearly falling. While my whiny bitchness may well be a lifelong condition, I have confidence that I can manage it, if I work at it. I will progressively reduce its deleterious impact on my life, by doing the things that provoke the whiny bitchness until they no longer provoke whiny bitchness. Hopefully, before I’m 30 it will mostly have learned its lesson.
Me, I feel guilty all the time, although it might not be apparent, because I’ve learned to go ahead and do [selfish activity X] anyway.
Self-awareness should always be a cause for relief and joy. Everyone is fugging themselves up with their own behavior. The difference is between people who know what they’re doing (and can do something about it) and those who don’t.