Failure.

Bah. Continued failure. You know that tiny voice in your head that says it's fine to do stuff? I've learned first hand that it's probably a bad idea to listen. Frankly, I had a long detailed post written out about how exactly I'd failed...but I deleted it. Too much revealing stuff, not to mention I doubt it needs be said.

The point of this? You can rationalize anything...I've "preached" to others how "Many Christians care, few choose to remain caring when it comes to the content they let in their mind".

Bah. I could spit on myself. I'm learning day by day that there is usually more than two answers to a situation. Take the above for example. I didn't choose to not care. At no point did I say "To heck with my morality". I rationalized myself into it slowly, talking it over thoroughly in my mind, even as I stepped further into darkness.

Bah. I wish someone would slap me. I know God forgives me, and thankfully I was the only one hurt in this particular situation. And not even to a "serious" level...but I hate not realizing this until after the fact. I failed big time.