It’s a problem I seem to have again and again. I get to know someone and I start picking away at all their flaws. I notice inconsistencies in their statements. Holes in logic in their arguments. I wish I could turn off that part of my brain, but I can’t. My father would say that I expect too much from people. “No one’s perfect, Riona. Least of all yourself.” I know that. I notice my own flaws more than anyone’s—I can be cold and unwelcoming. Obsessive. Quick to get angry and slow to forgive. Worst of all, I’m easily annoyed. Like when a man becomes repetitive.
