I didn’t think anybody could possibly be more critical of me than I am of myself, but I discovered tonight that I was mistaken.
I learned as a child to be harshly critical of myself and to blame myself for everything, whether I was responsible for it or not. These days, I’m still strongly inclined to concentrate on my faults and weaknesses. If you’ve paid attention to what I’ve written here, you already know this, though.
I received a nasty anonymous email tonight. No matter how much my own internal dialogue attacks me, I now know that someone out there has a much deeper and more vicious dislike for me than my childhood programming implanted.
It hurts to be attacked on such a personal level. Seriously. On that score, this cowardly attacker scored a bullseye. For a few minutes, I was really, really hurt. Maybe that will make someone happy.

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