Trumpetiton: The Art of Blaming Everything but Ourselves

Carter W.
1 min readOct 25, 2023

Picture this: you drop your sandwich, and it lands mayo-side down. Your first instinct? Blame the kitchen floor for its treacherous ways. That, my friend, is a classic case of what we’ll call “Trumpetiton.” It’s like an Olympic sport, but instead of medals, we win excuses for everything that goes awry in our lives.

In the world of Trumpetiton, it’s never our fault. Late for work? It’s because the alarm clock is in cahoots with the snooze button. Burnt dinner? Clearly, the pot conspired against our culinary skills. This blame-shifting…

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Carter W.

I retired at 38, divorced at 41, and have been searching for self-fulfillment since. I have two incredible kids, a great running dog, and one awesome girlfriend