Growing up....

When I was younger, I used to get all worked up over every little thing. Especially being the confrontaphobe that I am, I would sit and stew for hours over even the tiniest slight. The older I get, the more I am able to discern who is being hateful or harsh toward me because of something I did and who is behaving harshly because of something in them.Despite my countless imperfections, 9 times out of 10, I find it's the latter.