Life and stuff: What to do when you royally f*ck up
It got me thinking about making mistakes in general. I have made loads of mistakes across just about every category of life.
I was the one who left the duck’s cage open. I was the idiot who told the journalist the wrong thing. I was the drunken lush who drank the extra special birthday gin and didn’t replace it.
My approach is usually to admit my mistakes because the truth will come out eventually. This has had some pretty uncomfortable consequences over the years including, but not limited to; dead ducks, incorrect national press stories and very terse notes from flatmates.
They say you learn from your mistakes but what no one adds is that the major lesson is in character; your own and the people you have wronged.
I have experienced the full spectrum, from full-scale psycho attack to laughing it off. These reactions taught me so much about the other person.
By the same token, I have behaved incredibly badly over stupid things and been magnanimous over things that should’ve have sent me off the deep-end.
The main lesson for me? I always feel better when I tell the truth, regardless of how horrendous the consequences. On the flipside, I always feel better when I don’t freak out and act in an understanding, respectful manner whenever something goes wrong for me.
It’s not about the mistake. It’s what you do afterwards.
Do you have any advice for recovering from a disastrous f*ck up? Care to share your tales of misery and mistake-making woe?