I don’t like this. My willpower is so drained, and my patience is razor-thin. I felt that I had to bring someone up short today (because I felt they were un-empathetic), and declare a parting of ways… which I imagine will be met by protests to the contrary.
It’s not just the chronic pain… it’s that I’ve begun to open up to deep, ugly, inner emotional wounds. Most here at WordPress have been INCREDIBLY supportive, and I guess I shouldn’t be too surprised by someone that seems to be wrapped in youthful idealism still. But I don’t like it. No, I do not want to be the grumpy grouch who says, “Shut up, you twentysomething little squirt! You haven’t lived long enough to step to me like that, and try to teach me things I already have some experience with!”
Nope. Although I want to remain kind, to move with wuwei… my verbal self-defense leaves so much to be desired. I conceded defeat, and I let them have it, but still, with as much intellectual respect that I could muster. I don’t think it was enough, however. Not near enough.