I feel guilty that I haven’t written a decent blog post in a while.
I feel guilty that I haven’t drawn anything just for pleasure in, well, too long.
I feel guilty that I haven’t emailed several people I hope are still my friends (yes, Mum, you too).
I feel guilty because I have no interest in being vegan.
Because I don’t exercise often enough.
Or floss.
Or actually care what anyone else posts on Facebook.
Aren’t I supposed to feel guilty for things I have done?
Murder, shoplifting, scofflawing, taking the Lord’s name in vain, kicking beagles?
Not that I’ve gotten around to doing most of those things.
Yet.
I feel guilty for not having done more things to feel guilty about.

