Guilt is...

[whitereflection]

*ahem*

Guilt is receiving a "thinking of you" e-card from your mother...

...when it's your mother's birthday...

...and you didn't send a real card, and haven't gotten around to sending her an e-card yet.

*bows* Thankyou.

(And no, she's not guilt tripping me--she's the last person in the world to try that sort of thing. She honestly is just thinking of me. Just an odd coincidence. But yargh. Least the DVD player gift was from Dave, James and me. But that arrived months ago. So I wanted to get her something on the day of. And she's going out to dinner tonight with Dave and my aunt, and we here have to be out doing the church newsletter thing until late--and she's out again tomorrow night for Dave's pre-moving going away dinner, so... Yargh.)

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[mintaka00.livejournal.com]

Hey you, don't feel bad. Last Saturday I forgot *entirely* about my Gram's birthday. Her 89th birthday. Forgot entirely about making her feel special on her special day when she's been having a miserable year and a particularly tough summer. Forgot to cheer her up extra when I have known that her spirits are down. Not a card, not a special call... nothing. I was stuck with trying for the desperate cover on my normal Sunday call. ~sighs~ Have I mentioned lately that I hate myself? I can't begin to describe how bad I suck at being aware of anything in life these days.

And I still want to do something special for her but what? And how and when, so that it doesn't look like a cheap attempt to cover for being an ass? Which I am. I hate deserving my titles.