January 23, 2012 - 3:58
I believe mine might be an inability to remember "the bad" in a situation, or person, with any steadfastness. Everything becomes, in retrospect, placid water under a faulty bridge of my own design.
In theory it doesn't sound like much of a scourge, but is in reality a pervasive plague that suspends one in a state of vulnerability towards nostalgia and self-doubt, hindering your ability to learn much at all from hindsight.
I see "the bad". I can say it or write it, but some self-loathing mechanism won't let me accept it completely. I must force myself to eat it.
Bread, soaking sin from a corpse.