My pride isn't damaged when I admit I don't know something or that I am wrong, those are just consequences of being human. My pride is damaged when I have to admit I need help. I am absolutely horrible at accepting help. Its honestly surprising to me that I ever accepted help from AOU on poal, but I realized that I needed someone watching when I couldn't. So I relented.
I'm very bad at accepting help. Even worse at asking for it. My poor wife often has to figure out when I'm struggling on her own.
Bad choices isn't that a matter of opinion? Anyway I'll cease to ramble I should probably go get my kids at some point today.
Getting shitfaced and egging on an intoxicated driver until he wrecks spectacularly is definitely in the bad choices category, from my perspective.
It was fun for a while, but it went bad quickly. It will make a whole lot more sense when I can show pictures of what's left of the car.
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