Even if we start out with all good intentions, self improvement leads to the expectation that others should be improving themselves also.
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Love is a mess of romance and compassion. Compassion can remain.
The glowing contents remain inside after the rigid but fragile compartment shatters.
Here’s the game. We each sit on a different side of the gameboard. We all start with an equally-sized pile of blame in front of us. Each time we win a move, we get to move a piece of our pile and “place blame” in front of another player. The winner is the one whoContinue reading “Shitty blame boardgame”
Accused of grave wrongdoing, the reasons rang true to me.