I have long expected perfection in myself.
In doing so I trained others to expect perfection of me and to be disappointed when I was not performing perfectly.
I apologize to everyone whom I conveyed I might be perfect.
I need to explain that I do not need to be perfect anymore. To be friends with me one needs to accept me for my areas of stupidity, weakness, and denial.
My occasional unwillingness to reveal my emotional experience. The boredom I feel with small talk. The boredom I feel with codependency.
I long tried to have it all together. Now I am much more interested in living my life on full blast. I like it more this way
P.S. Tonight I burned a pan and the whole house smells like roasted metal!