I hate playing the blame game. First, someone says that everything is my fault. Then I explain how everything is that person’s fault. Then everyone in the room says that’s ridiculous because it’s obviously all my fault. Then they all blame each other as to who made me run out of the room crying.
Nobody wins the blame game. At least, I never win the blame game.
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About Me
- Chad Hatfield
- It was my mother who gave birth to me. I was much younger at the time. I am told that from the time I was born, I continued to grow larger and larger. Sometimes when someone hadn’t seen me for a couple of years, they’d remark, “My, how you have grown!” That’s what kind of tipped me off that this whole growth process was happening. I grew in other ways too. For example, I learned to talk, camp, kind of mosey around a lot, and communicate through dance. I continued to grow bigger all this time. And then at some point, all the growing stopped and I stayed the same size. However, I retained the ability to talk and camp without any noticeable decline. At no point during my growing phase did I ever grow gills or sprout wings or do anything else to cause me to believe that I was some kind of half-bird, half-fish type of creature. Other than that there is nothing else to note about me.
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