I hate excuses. My mother never tolerated them. Not even mitigating circumstances. You did it, you own it. So what if you were double dog dared. If you are stupid enough to take that on, you deserve the consequences.
You base what you do on information from others. Things go south. You still have to own it. It teaches you lessons in loyalty, reasoning and your own gut. Most times it’s good to listen to your gut. But if it’s wrong, you own it.
Why is it so hard for someone to say “I was wrong?” That’s all. Offer an apology.
Instead we hear why they did what they did. Or worse. It’s never their fault. They were led by whatever. Or even worse, what we know is not what they did or said.
That discussion is great for root cause analysis but my Mom would call it excuses. She referred to it as flimsy excuses.
“What were you thinking?” Best to respond with “I wasn’t.” It helps if you hang your head a little. More realistic.
Any reference to a friend’s influence, negative energy encouraging you, or (egad) someone deliberately leading you astray, would end up in a stink eye.
You didn’t want a stink eye from my Mom. It was the worst. She didn’t need to do any other form of punishment. A stink eye was devastating.
I can only remember one time when I was grounded. There were extenuating circumstances (there always are). There were two paths to follow. I chose the one more traveled by idiots.
My Mom’s stink eye would be useful right now.