Attempt At A Self-Criticism

Yes, I’ve made some mistakes.
Yes, I’ve erred, but I am only human. Some ex-girlfriends may dispute this but I said everything I had to say in the goodbye fax.
So, yes, a few errors, a few missteps. I’ve given inappropriate gifts. I’ve made some bad career choices. I once slept with a married woman. I’ve worn penny loafers. I’ve been drunk and run around with my trousers down. One time, trying to impress a girl and get her into bed, I mixed up Nietzsche with Schopenhauer. But, overall, they are minor misdemeanours. Overall, I’ve tried to do the right thing. It’s not like I robbed banks, did time and was sodomised in the shower.
But mistakes aren’t just about things done but things not done. I’ve let opportunities slip by. I’ve let people go I shouldn’t have. I once missed a ferry and had to wait over an hour for the next. I’ve second guessed myself when I shouldn’t have.
My biggest regret is not being a better listener. Not because I’m not interested but simply because there is a tremendous soundtrack going on in my head and I find it hard to blot it out. My mind is constantly asking Why? like an annoying child. Sometimes I wish it would just ask Why not? like when I’m about to do something pointless yet fun, or when I’m talking to twins.
So, anyway, there it is, a mea culpa. I feel better for it.
Why?