The judge need not bring her gavel to declare me guilty. As a personable person, I naturally take things personally. It does not elude my sensibilities that everything is not about me; however there’s a twitching little cell in my brain that says if (s)he responds to me unfavorably then it must be something I did. After all, kind gestures are accepted with the same merit. And often without conscious consideration. This is a guilt that writes its own sentence, for as long as I take successes, failures, miscommunication and misanthropy personally, I’m imprisoned by my own conclusions.