Rock thinks it's funny to come in each morning with the graffiti camera and take a picture of me. I have no clue he's doing it until I download the graffiti pictures and there I am. Here I am, very tired from a 17 hour work day the day before.
Yesterday, one of my most solid supporters, someone who I have depended on and who has lifted me up over and over and over again said something that he thought was funny at the time, but that really wasn't funny at all - like not at all. About 2.5 seconds after he said it and saw the look on my face, he apologized over and over again. I walked away and he followed me with my favorite purple taffy, dropping it on my desk and apologizing for being "ignorant." I sat at my desk for a good hour, numb. There are just some things that sting. There are some phrases, some words, some innuendos that hurt - like a lot. Like a lot a lot.
99.9999% of the time, no one intentionally offends us or hurts us. That's the truth. When they do, we can cry a little or roll our eyes a little or chuckle a little - then we need to move forward! That's the part I need to learn - not to think about it over and over and over again.