Leave the Goats Alone
We love to pass the blame onto someone or something else. I remember as a kid; I’d never want to admit that I’d done something wrong, it was always my sister or my parents or my circumstance that were to blame. It was never my fault. I mean, it was, but that was hard to admit. That meant accepting that I was responsible for something that went wrong, that I was at fault. We do this for others as well, when a friend’s relationship breaks down, we’re quick to point out all the faults of the other person saying things like, “they didn’t listen enough”, “they didn’t give you enough attention”, “you’re so much better than them anyway”. We do this, of course, in love. We want to make our friends feel better, even if we know deep down that maybe they were the one at fault, at least partially.
