We all rationalize. No one likes to face the ugly truth that they drink too much, that they think about things that they’d be ashamed for anyone else to know, that they laugh at others’ mistakes and gossip behind their backs. And the rationalizations continue. You tell yourself, I’m not materialistic; I just like nice things. I’m not a gossip; I’m just telling them so they can pray. I don’t have a problem; this is just my one thing I do to cope.
