Youve come a long way baby...or have you?

I wrote the following analogy a little less than a year ago, I like to think I have come a long way from where I was then, but there are still a lot that hits home still. I see some posative changes but there are changes yet to be made.

RED TILE FLOOR (Jan. 2008)
(Those of you who live in snowy states, or have lived in one, will probably understand better where I am coming from on this.)
My life is like a red tile floor in the lobby of a public building, in the middle of winter. I sweep and mop and scrub the floor. I place the wet floor signs precisely, where they can be seen by all who approach, no mater what direction they come from. I remove the traces of mud, salt and sand. The floor gleams and shines in it's wet, clean glory. The fresh smell makes me smile, I have done a good job.
Then it happens. In comes Oblivious and with him, his little dog, ignorance. Oblivious pays no attention to his surroundings, does not see the signs of warning although he does wipe his shoes on the mat carefully placed at the entrance before invading my domain. Ignorance trots in beside him, in his little doggy glee, leaving tiny little paws prints that will be easily erased if given just 2 minutes of time. If only Oblivious had thought to carry Ignorance in, no marks would yet be there. They do not do much damage, and will leave no trace of having been there if I am just given 2 minutes. Alas, it is not meant to be.......
Here comes apologetic from the other direction, she must trod on my floor to get where she needs to be, a problem that I do not have if it is quick and she leave no evidence of having been there. But, she is carrying with her, an overfull cup of coffee and in her rush to carry on with the aspects of life that are important to her, coffee slips over the rim of her cup, further marring the pristine shine I strive so hard to create. she offers numerous "I'm sorrys", as she hurries on her way, but does not offer to help remove the splatters she has left behind.
Next comes Indifference, she sees the signs but does not care about their warning. She is much more important then a fresh clean floor. She does not care that I have strive to attain a new start, that I have erased all that had marred my floor and had turned it to a dull grey nothingness the color of slate. Her only target is to reach the exit, and release herself from the prison that she has created for herself. As she leaves she drops crumbs of her nourishment but does not care. Her goal is achieved and she leaves with a blast of cold air in her wake, swirling leaves and and dirt settle on the floor as the door closes behind her.
I sigh loudly and think to my self "OK this is not good, my floor is no longer clean, but I can still fix this. It will take a bit of work but I can do it" But no, it is apparently not meant to be.....
"Well hello! Disdain Superior Snootiness" I say with a smile as she enters. She turns up her nose at me and looks the other way as she strides past. She stomps her feet purposely the entire way across my once pristine floor. Snow, sand, salt and dirt are left scattered in pile along her trail, spraying in all directions. She drops the candy wrappings from her sweet life and she mutters just loud enough to make sure I can hear about how disgusting my floor is and how I will never have it shine no mater how hard I try. She criticizes my efforts, and refuses to acknowledge my humanness. She is perfection, she is the queen, she has not faults, because SHE believes it true. No one will ever be as wonderful as she, no one will ever come close to it. Especially not me.
My once immaculate floor is now littered with the leavings of passersby, It has returned to the dull grey slab that it began as. I no longer have the energy to start again, so I sink to the floor and cry.