Sometimes I’m not very good to people. And sometimes, people who I thought would always, always be good to me, aren’t. I should apologize for not always being a bright ray of sunshine. I am working on being more patient, and I’m really sorry for when I’m not. But seriously? Some people need to recognize that being right is NOT more important than relationships, myself included.
Here’s a story to illustrate my point.
Once upon a time there was a lady bug. She had six spots. She had a friend lady bug who couldn’t see very well. One day this friend told the lady bug her seven spots were beautiful. The ladybug was livid. She clearly had SIX SPOTS. She told the blind ladybug so.
“Wow really? I have six spots ya dork.”
The blind ladybug was very hurt, and carefully said, “I’m sorry, I see seven.”
“Well, you’re wrong.” The ladybug said as she stalked away.
The blind ladybug walked sadly away, not knowing what she could have done differently, and knowing for sure that they wouldn’t be friends for much longer.
And then she went on to become the president of the Ladybug States. And the mean ladybug felt really bad about it.
That’s how I feel.