We're all good at beating ourselves up, but how do we become quitters?
Picked up a cat-’o-9-tails, tied yourself to a whipping post, and just started whipping yourself silly lately? Ya know, the scourge of I-can’t-do-itness. Or the club of I’m-a-failure. Or the rod of nobody-likes-me. The whip of not-good-enoughness is one of my personal favorites.