Video killed the Radio star
I don’t need either to feel cringe-worthy. My head-cinema does quite well with that. It seems to record all the stupid sh*t I do, and shows reruns of it at the worst moments. Setting the hubz against my parents? Check, I did quite well at that. It’s been two days, and it still creeps me out how I did that and how “successful” I was at it. Honestly, knowing I am forgiven, truly and completely, and that God can make the most out of my sh*t, too, helps me get over it and on with it. Otherwise I would remain for ever locked inside my minds cinema, with all fire exits blocked, having to watch embarrassing movies of my life over and over again, even during power cuts.