That is precisely what they are: Excuses. They are my petty attempts to rid myself of blame while justifying my actions.
But please don’t poke holes in them. They keep me safe from expectations.
They are flimsy and flawed, but I need them to feel comfortable. They keep me from confronting my prejudices and pride.
I know you see the holes in my logic, but they make me keep up a look of confidence.
There are times I will admit to them, but that doesn’t mean I will change anything.
They hurt me, keep me from growing as a person and a believer, and limit my relationships. But I think I will keep them. They are MY excuses, and to make changes might upset the status quo. And I, like many of you, are completely fine with that.