Why is it that we automatically blame other people for, well, everything?
For example:
*Trips over shoe in the middle of the night*
(Screams in head) “HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO TELL....oh, I guess those aren’t my husband’s Jimmy Choos in the middle of the floor...”
Is it just me that does this? Or do we all do this with people we love and see all the time? Interestingly though, we will blame ourselves, make ourselves look like the bad guy, when we hope to never see the person again. For example: “It’s not you, it’s me.” Oh, really? Yet, we have no problem blaming our husbands/wives/brothers/sisters on default, even if it’s never spoken out loud. Shouldn’t it be the other way around?
Not really surprising, though, when you look back to our first parents.
God: ‘Adam, you ate the fruit I told you not to.’
Adam: ‘It’s not MY fault! It’s that woman YOU gave me that got me to eat it!’
Hmm...maybe the forbidden fruit doesn’t fall far from the tree?
Pretty funny Jessie :-)
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