This post could just as easily be called "Why should I care: the art of NOT caring".
So, why is it that when we are judged, or, in my case, snubbed by someone we couldn't care a whit about otherwise, it still bothers us? Well, it bothered me, at least. Generally speaking, I go about my business day to day just trying to be a good mother, a good wife, a good daughter and friend, and a decent person to mankind. I try not to tread on too many toes, and be accepting and respectful that other people have different thoughts and opinions than my own. I have friends from other countries, cultures, ethnicities, religions, and lifestyles. But the one thing I have zero tolerance for, is intolerant people. I'll stop you right now. I know that makes me a hippocrite right out of the box. But I just can't understand people that feel like everyone needs to be just like them. They are threatened, and some are even fearful, of "outsiders", instead of seeing altering views as an opportunity for friendly debate and an opportunity to stretch their own mind. Open mindedness, an ability to think for yourself, doesn't make you faithless. It just means you're not first in line for the Koolaide. Other than the fact that another friend was caught in the crossfire and was hurt, I really have no reason to care about this person's opinion of me. So I keep asking myself the question, why do I? Why am I still thinking about it? Why am I going through what I'd like to say to this person in my head? Is it just that my ego was wounded? Is it the fact that I don't feel they are worthy to judge me without looking in the mirror first? Someone enlighten me, please.
