Once or twice a day, sometimes more, I hate my subconscious.
Most of the time, my subconscious is pretty handy. It compiles a lot of interesting stuff and spits out useful things. Good decisions, writing ideas, etc.
But every once and a while, it’s a right bastard. I’ll be minding my own business and my subconscious will go rogue.
“Hey! Remember that time,” it will start out. Usually interrupting a nice moment. “Remember that time when you did that humiliating thing that ended up making you look like an ass?” And the moment explodes in my mind in excruciating detail.
Such detail that I experience the humiliation all over again. And since my subconscious delights in pulling things from the distant past, I can’t do anything to atone for my assholeishness.
I have not figured out a way to keep this from happening so I just write it off to the universe making sure that I don’t get too full of myself.
Because there are a lot of memories like that and my subconscious is a jerk.