I have a serious guilty conscience. Seriously!
I remember this one morning… I was making the bed and as I was shaking out the duvet when a corner pushed Gary’s iPhone off the bedside table. It crashed onto the floor and the screen cracked. I was horrified because I know how much Gary loves his iPhone, and worried as to how he’d react. He said he wasn’t angry with me because it was just an accident, but I couldn’t help feeling guilty. If only I hadn’t shaken the duvet so vigorously. If only he’d moved his phone or kept it in the charging dock. If only I’d done something differently so it wouldn’t have been such an expensive accident…
I am also easily coerced into doing things when made to feel guilty. (Not peer pressure type things, or life endangering type things…) I often say yes to people because the thought of their disappointment if I say no is guilt inducing enough. This saying yes thing also isn’t helped by the fact that I do find it difficult to say no, and because I’m a born people-pleaser.
So all in all, I’m a yes-saying people-pleaser with one hell of a guilty conscience… Nice to meet you!
Hugs & Kisses