But I’m a good person, really

Why are we so hung up on seeing ourselves as “essentially good”?

Pexel photo by Vika Glitter

This morning, I was in a cafe restroom that had one of those automatic paper towel dispensers. I enjoyed seeing and feeling the brown paper rolling out of the machine, so even though my hands were mostly dry, I stuck it under the sensor a second time so I could get two sheets rather than a single one. “You didn’t need that! That poor tree didn’t…