We all distort reality. We bend it, such that it better fits our inner fairy tale. One would think that the tale is just a slight adaptation that puts things into a better light for ourselves. But ever since I first realized this, I have been shocked to which extremes it goes. From people who firmly believe that absolutely everything is their fault, to others who would never in their life even come close to the idea that anything could potentially be their mistake. And when one confronts them with the objective evidence, silence. A gaze to infinity, like an internal segfault. And this leads me to the most frightening question of all. How much am I distorting?

"Just a tiny little bend". Take care. Keep your balance.