I suffer from an over-active conscience. I feel guilty over everything. As Huck Finn notes, "It don't make no difference whether you do right or wrong, a person's conscience ain't got no sense, and just goes for him anyway. If I had a yaller dog that didn't know no more than a person's conscience does I would pison him." Sometimes I torment myself over the way I ordered a little more food than the group I'm with, or how my voice sounded like I was slightly annoyed when I was on the phone with some one I'll never talk to again. Why do I do this? I have no idea. Perhaps too much time to think or some sort of childhood scar. Who knows.