Softening The Edges

So, I was looking over my review of Katy Robinson's book and came to the realization that I was out of line on one main, very important, thing:

I've never conducted a search for my first parents and I haven't even been back to my country of birth, Vietnam, let alone with any intention of searching for them. So, what the fuck am I doing presuming what and how Katy should have felt or done while she was looking for information on her mother and grandmother?

Even in just a cursory manner, I can't imagine what kind of highs and lows Katy experienced while getting started with the search and actually going through with it, and finally acknowledging that after all she's done she hasn't come any closer to knowing her mother's fate.

I started putting myself in her place and thinking of what I would do and feel if I were on the hunt for remnants of my past in Vietnam. If the same amount and kind of obstacles were placed before me, as were with Katy, in my search, I can't say for certain that I wouldn't react similarly to how Katy did. If I were to be reunited with my first father and other extended relatives, I couldn't say for certain that I would have the self-confidence to either persuade or demand as much information as possible about their lives in relation to mine. I also couldn't possibly know how dejected I would feel if they started making up shit to throw me off the trail or just to get me off their backs. Finally, it's quite possible that I, too, would want to resign myself to the unknowable past because to keep beating my head against the wall would benefit no one, least of all me.

In other words, I believe I came off as haughty and full of myself with that book review.