Wednesday, November 7, 2012
I'm still taken by surprise when a seemingly innocuous encounter diverts into Dramaville. Or is it Drama Town? Whatever. Anyway, you know what I mean, right? You're having a pleasant little conversation and all of a sudden something you say launches the other person into emotional orbit. Or you lob a softball tweet or blog post into the stream and someone responds as if you'd thrown a brick through their front window.
The sad truth is, most of us walk around with unresolved issues from our childhood and teen years. They sit like undetonated bombs that can ignite when situations reminiscent of the initial trauma arise. You think you're mad at me, but you're really ranting at your control freak mom who pinched you whenever you'd color outside the lines. Or your failed jock dad who made you play on the football team instead of joining the glee club.
So I try not to take such emotional outbursts personally and maintain at least the semblance of compassion for the afflicted party. Hopefully, others will do the same for me.