Soft and squishy on the outside

Well, quite frankly that was a bit crap.

Twice over the past week I've had people yell at me for little good reason. And how do I react to such injustice? Do I bristle with righteous indignation and defend my position? Do I take the moral high ground and simply ignore them, secure in and of myself. Or does my last shred of self confidence desert me as I turn back into into that quivering 11 year old who never quite worked out how to deal with authority?

I'll give you a clue: It's the last one.

I'm not going to go into details on the perceived trangressions because firstly I've no real desire to relive the events (though rest assured they were entirely too trivial to be worthy of any great degree of angst on part) and also because doubtless if I do I'll find myself defending my erstwhile opponents positions. It's what I do. I empathise with people even as they're yelling at me, and honestly I'm more than a little fed up with it. Sucks to be me, as the saying goes.

Quoth Eleanor Rooesevelt:

"No one can make you feel inferior without your consent."

Damn it. When did I give my consent? At what age did I sign that release? Did someone come to me in my infant years with a contract whispering "Hey kid, sign this and you'll get a lollipop!"? Because I take it back. I'll take my consent back, thank you very much and put it where it will never be reached. There, now you want to yell at me? Well, tough - because at the end of the day, I'm right and you're wrong.

And this time I'll let you know it.