These are the words the young pre-school me so desperately needs to hear. The child who was laughed at by the teacher and his classmates when he was clueless how to do a task involving cutting and pasting something in order. I don't know if this memory is truly accurate or real, but it's burned in my mind. It's a feeling of being outcasted because I didn't know what I was doing and I had made a mistake. It was a lonely feeling, an isolating feeling where I felt I was on the outside away from everyone else. No one saved me from those feelings.
It's strange, I myself am hypersensitive to making mistakes, and I'm also hyper aware of mistakes others make when it comes to an area I know about, and an area where I feel mistakes are harmful to others. Perhaps I also need to hug those people who I view as making mistakes. It seems I become those laughing kids. I become the teacher who pointed out the mistake I had made, a type of twisted projection where I am the same person who caused loneliness in the pre-school version of me... And now I feel a sense of sorrow for those people I have attempted to correct... What if they too were like me???
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