Guilt is funny. I'm never not guilty. And on the RARE days that I'm not guilty, I feel pretty guilty about it. And then I feel guilty about seeking out guilt, because it feels narcissistic. Especially since I have nothing to be guilty for. It's like: I wanna be whipped, whip me!
I've never had an epiphany. Are those real? I've never bobbed for an apple either, but I can easily picture the unhinged jaw and stuffed mouth and damp brow and water-clogged nose. But epiphanies? What do those even feel like? I can't imagine.