Blame… oh righteous indignant blame. Pointing the finger is easy, and you know what, the more you practice the more you tend to do it.
There are many subtleties to blame. Versions of blame that are quiet and others that are big and ugly.
There’s those passing moments where you can just toss it away, like it never happened. A driver cuts you off in traffic and you erupt for a moment. It’s the rain’s fault that you can’t do what you wanted to do today. Your partner left all the dirty dishes in the sink before leaving for work and you come home to a mountain of filth. The salt is not in it’s usual spot in the kitchen and you’re sure it was your kid.
Then there’s big ass ugly blame. This shows up and owns you. It finds the override switch and your intense anger, rage, sadness, despair… it’s all someone else’s fault, and in some cases, rightfully so. A physical assault or a legitimate injustice. Or at work, a team member dropped the ball on a project causing you time and money...