I really don’t think that I’m someone who is easily offended.
I am generally able to let things slide off my back and accept that sometimes things are said in a moment that aren’t a true reflection of a person’s opinion or feelings toward me.
I also always try to look for the best in people, and I am so aware of how my words and actions affect others, almost to a fault. I will bend over backwards to apologize and accommodate if I think that I’ve hurt someone. I don’t feel it’s my business to get involved in someone else’s personal decisions or business without being explicitly asked.
Of course, everyone will have a different opinion on the matter–that’s your right.
However, every once in a while something happens, and I have trouble letting go.
Every so often something is said that attacks something that I feel is deeply personal. Something that I believe that no one should have a right to get involved with or poke at, regardless of who you are.
Today was one of those days. I felt small.
I felt like I was less than this person, because of choices I’ve made.
Choices that were carefully considered, thought out and made because I knew they were right for me.
I tried to let it roll off my back–I know that it wasn’t done maliciously, but at the same time I felt like it was completely insensitive. A tiny jab that felt like an enormous cut.
Maybe I’m just overly sensitive; maybe I’m just having one of “those” days.
Or maybe I’m right.
So now I’m faced with the hardest decision of all: do I say something, or just let go?
What would you do?