The Blame Game

I usually think of myself as an honest person and someone who is level headed. I believe I am objective and see things as they are. Because I see myself in this vein I tend to view anything I think or say as accurate and the truth. I never think wow I am doing something irrational like blaming someone.

Over the last couple months I realized I was missing my favorite pair of boots. I was trying to remember what happened to them and could not remember the last time I saw them. I guessed that the couple I rent from had accidentally picked them up and placed them somewhere. It seems like a logical idea as the couple I live with are not very aware of belongs and shuffle things around in the apartment. They have accidentally picked up a few items of mine in the past and misplaced them.

There is nothing wrong with guessing that could be a reason about why I cannot find my boots but there were other possible explanations like maybe I misplaced them somewhere in the house or maybe I left them at one of the homes I house sit on another side of town. For whatever reason I would not think about other possible places the boots could be after looking in the house at a few places.

I became aware that the explanation for my boots disappearance was not just a credible idea I was holding on too but instead it was blame. It was easier to blame them for my problem then spend time struggling with it and figuring out where my boots where hidden.

The more I became aware I was blaming this couple for the disappearance of my boots I felt bad. It was not until after I let go of blaming them that I found my boots while packing for a vacation. When I found my boots I realized I had placed them in a closet that I rarely open and that is why I could not find them.

Sometimes the only person to really blame or point the finger at is myself.