We should recognise the value of pausing and reflecting, to determine whether our reactions to perceived insults are genuinely justified
I read a beautiful story by a well-known Indian author about a middle-class household. The lady of the house locks herself in an earmarked dark room whenever she feels unloved and uncared for by her family. We too retreat to our inner self, the equivalent of our dark room, sometimes in our lives.During a recent vacation, my wife’s friend compared me to a beast of burden.
The adjective is also often used by parents admonishing their good-for-nothing sons. The word is probably also applicable to all husbands. I sulked till a couple of hours later, I gave it back to her.
This time my wife objected, forcing me into another sulk. They had probably expected a better sense of humour. I was not amused.
A friendly neighbour objected to my entrance to attend a meeting in a rather loud stage whisper for reasons I was unaware of. I was asked to wait outside. It turned out that he was retaliating to an earlier fight with another neighbour.