I have several toxic habits - I know - because I read this article on the web. It’s a miracle I’m not an axe murderer, based on what the experts said.
I use “should” biased judgements - when things go amiss. I think about the future, when settling down to rest. I obsess on defining the “best part” in each of my experiences. I often think in poetic terms - which has driven wise men delirious. I have nova bursts of interest - which escalate into crushes. I keep a mental list of incidents which, if left unmanaged, lead to grudges.
The flaws go on and on - God, I simply am a mess. I need to face my many flaws so that they might be addressed.
Do you think anyone is ever perfect? Is it like playing whack-a-mole?
So that no one ever ends up perfect - they simply end up old?
It's hard sometimes to recognize my own faults - they're like blind-spots.