Very insteresting introspective exercise.
I smiled at the image of a broken tile in the bathroom. I did not have tiles in the bathroom I grew up with, but I used to look for shapes on the cement floor or the walls. They were part of the internal monologues and like the ideas in my head those shapes changed in time.
Your piece allows us to see clearly, naturally how we justify and reinforce certain ideas about ourselves and others.
Sometimes I shake my head at people's comments regarding justice or the lack of it, which they mitigate somehow with the idea that bad people, really evil people, are tormented by guilt and even if we do not see it (which ruins the whole thing for me) they get punishment in the form of constant self-recrimination.
In my view that is rarely the case, and that would explain the ubiquitousness of evil.