I'm on the verge of stupidly fat tears.

Failing at something always always alwayyssss takes me back to when I was in grade 3 and I asked my dad if he would let me break an egg in the frying pan. He resisted but I insisted, so he let me. I stretched myself on my tippy toes and bambooed my knees to reach the height of the stove, I tapped the egg shell on the side of the pan like my dad and tried to break it apart with both hands, only for the entire egg to spill JUST outside the pan on the stove....just an inch away from my target....and that's when he exploded "I knew it!!!! I knew you'd make a damn mess! This is why I wasn't letting you! I regret giving you a chance. Now get the hell out of here!" and grade 3 me felt like a horrible failure. I couldn't even crack a chicken egg open right.
A flash of that memory and then my brain starts walking me throughout my entire list of tiny failures thenceforth.