I’ve always reserved a special level of sensitivity and anger at being accused of something I didn’t do, but these days, I’m learning to pick my battles. Especially when I’m not even being given the opportunity to go to war in the first place. Which is a good thing.
I used to feel this awful need to set the record straight (really it’s to justify myself) whenever I’m wrongly accused of something, and that resolve extends to those around me as well. Unfortunately, such indignant soliloquies are always much, much more impressive when played out in my head, so I’m learning not to go around picking fights.
I thought it would be a harder lesson to learn than this, but really, it’s not so bad at all. I’m learning that I do not have to care about everything, that I really do not have to care what people think when I know I’m not in the wrong, and that ignorance, even if it’s feigned, really is bliss. Is it a sign that I’m maturing or am I simply growing cold in my indifference?
