Well, I've already posted about the time change mistake I made and how both my mother and I ended up with hurt feelings and how I was the one who had to apologize over and over and how I cried most of the day after that. Or maybe I forget to mention that part. Let's just say I hate, hate, hate to make mistakes, and when I do it's devastating. Even when it's not my mistake but I'm blamed unfairly, my initial reaction is like, whatever, and then the doubt comes in and I rehash the incident a few hundred times: what I could have said and what I did say and how I could have said it better and how the other party should have responded and how they did respond and how unfair that was. I can go on a long time, a little hamster on a perfectionist wheel. Did I mention I hate to make mistakes? Because everything I do has to be perfect and make others feel good and if you screw up they leave you.