'Blame it on Shaj!'
Yes, please do. I don't just have a thick skin, I have a case-hardened, rolled homogenous alloyed steel armor skin.
And, honestly, it is prolly my fault anyway.
I don't care either way. It affects my life not at all.
Use me as your tackling dummy. Just don't be surprised if this dummy springs back and wrassles you to the ground breaking your collarbone (as I did to Michael Adamson - accidentally - while tackling him - and he also coughed-up/fumbled the football as a result).
He forgave me, as I'm sure you will also. If not, it will be tossed in my recycle bin of burdens that I empty at the end of the day. I will not carry such burdens forward. No point. Carrying regrets and worries about other people one doesn''t care about is pointless. I shirk them. They can provide nothing of utility to me; so why should I carry them forward?