Something about me getting older cotrelates eithmy tolerance of certain stress triggers. It takes me a couple of days to shake the residual negativity. I encountered some rather harsh words. The sad part of it all was the giver didn't even realize what they were doing. I wasn't hurt. I was...something else. Offended...no. I felt briefly that the person I was...wasn't good enough. I felt that the very values and beliefs did not warrant a voice. Jess 2.0 That's humiliating. But I managed to run everything in my mind. I'm proud of myself. It took this long to stand up...but here I am. I always felt in person confrontation was the key. Sometimes walking away is just as brave.
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