Difficult people

I’ve had a day of dealing with difficult people. Some days are just like that, I guess. I don’t think a person is difficult simply because they don’t agree with me, but when they insist that I’m wrong because I don’t agree or think like they do, things do tend to get difficult in a hurry. Different isn’t necessarily wrong. Wrong is a value judgement and I resent it very much when I’ve been honest about my thoughts on a matter. If there is a clear reason that I’m wrong, I don’t have a problem admitting that, but if it’s a matter of opinion, that’s a completely different thing. Pen names, for example. How can a pen name be wrong? Or not liking the color pink. I just don’t like pink. Why is that wrong? For heaven’s sake, what can I do right today? Nothing, it seems. Oh, well. Perhaps tomorrow will go better. I certainly hope I’m not wrong about that!

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