Guilt resulting from coffee being too good, so I’ve had too much of it and it’s only 11:00 AM, and now I’m afraid to talk to anyone because I’m a lunatic + Guilt from scheduling a meeting at 2:30 PM because apparently, I’m a monster who loves the dead-zone = Guilt from spending an extra $100 I didn’t really have on drinks for everyone after work, to apologize for snapping at them all due to the poorly timed meeting we had at 2:30 PM.
(Classic mom guilt + Guilt from using guilt on my family the way my parents used to) ÷ The guilt ingrained in me from having an Italian dad = Impulsive-shopping-to-ease-the-pain-from-my-guilt guilt.
Guilt from cringing at the behavior of white people all the time ^ Guilt from feeling like all of my problems are a cliché and I should be grateful I have so much as it is >= Guilt from the realization: Oh shit, I hate my own race.
(Student loan guilt + Guilt from spending all our money on food) × Guilt from trying to be a writer instead of being interested in more lucrative professions = Guilt due to yelling at the innocent guy making my sandwich at the lunch counter who did nothing wrong but told me that toppings cost extra.
Guilt from being too selfish sometimes because I am an only child + The guilt from realizing I had an entire debate in my head and I still somehow feel that I lost the argument = Guilt from spending way too much time with good ol’ self-loathing.
Guilt from not devoting enough time to following my dreams ^ Guilt from spending all my free time on Reddit = Guilt from wondering how five years flew by.
(Guilt from being spoiled as a child, so always wanting to be spoiled as an adult, but not being able to afford to spoil myself + Guilt from buying cheap crap that will break instantly but I bought it anyways) × I went to Target to buy one thing guilt = Guilt from wasting another Saturday.
(Guilt from procrastination cleaning instead of working when my deadline is looming + I haven’t visited grandma in a while guilt) − Guilt from being way too good at manipulation instead of actually working = Guilt from perpetuating the vicious cycle of staying up all night to finish my article and being grumpy with everyone the next day.
Guilt from the thought that my socioeconomic status indicates that I shouldn’t complain about not being able to splurge on things for myself × Guilt from feeling like I should try harder to fit in when it seems like all the women I know wear lululemon clothes, have yoga class memberships, and coach bags and I’m trying to make friends with people in my mid-thirties = Guilt from spending $200 on a friend’s birthday steakhouse dinner when I really just wanted to stay home and watch Stranger Things again.