Mistakes

I was bummed to find out that I forgot to put a possessive pronoun in the 2nd entry down from this one. I corrected it, but I realize it may be too late, as the desired effect of the entry has surely worn off now that it has to be read a second time to fully understand its meaning.
That's ok. Mistakes happen. I remember being around 9 years old, and really wanting to master the magic of making macaroni and cheese all by myself. I boiled and strained the macaroni, and added the milk, butter, and cheese powder. I thought I'd followed the directions, but it ended up turning into some kind of soup. Probably too much milk, or not enough straining.
I poured the soupy mixture into my bowl, and cried silently as I slowly spooned pasta and cheese broth into my mouth. After a few bites I ended up throwing the whole thing out, which brought even more tears (I was a sensitive kid).
I've never figured out why that memory became embedded in my brain so firmly. Maybe my subconscious came to view that moment as my first major mistake, and categorized it accordingly. Who knows.
Either way, I think it's safe to concur that the moral of the story is that if you make a mistake (especially if you're a child), you should cry over it and try to deal with it but in the end just throw it all away and always remember the stupid thing that you've just done so that when you make other mistakes, the guilt will just continually add up, and, eventually you'll realize how incompetent you are. That's when you start learning how to change your silly ways and become a man. A man's man.