I participated in a relatively harmless practical joke this weekend that I didn't anticipate would bother the target. It did though. No idea why it did, but I hadda suck it up and make things right.
I am thankful for having been through making 12 step amends as well as teaching high school students "the mistake process" as part of Community for Youth. I didn't have family or school that modeled making things right when someone screwed up. You just got in trouble. Even with latter day learning, it's still a struggle for me to do it well. In other words, I knew that things were wrong, but not what to do other than hide from my dad.