(By the way, I've always seen myself as one of the other two types — the shallow soil in which the person withers under tribulation or the soil with the weeds (cares of the world) that strangle the word as it grows).
And yet sometimes I wonder whether it's my heart that's hardened, and whether I'm one of those people who can't get the truth. There are two sides of every story, after all. Yet people have said in the past that I try to be honest. I may have some character flaws, but I don't think an unwillingness to face up to the truth (eventually) is one of them.
But I'm wondering ... more than wondering, ruminating about something in the past. Hindsight is 20-20. When you take an approach to something and it doesn't work out, and in retrospect it's really obvious that it would never work, that's not a lie, is it? Even if now you say, "What on earth was I thinking?"