From High Plains Journal:
“Someone once told me that I don’t have to attend every argument to which I’m invited.
And by “someone,” I mean both of my parents, my two siblings, and every boyfriend I’ve had since high school.
As a self-confessed stubborn mule I never really understood this saying until about a month ago when I sat down on my flight from Phoenix to Dallas.
My seatmate’s name was Claire (name changed, of course), she had a career in the high priced real estate industry, she was on her second marriage and visiting her family in Dallas, she volunteered with a pet rescue, and she fervently believed in spiritualism and in the power of “The Wheat Belly Diet.”
All I wanted was to take a nap. Instead, I was shoved into a close-quarters situation that could erupt into a horrible argument. I sat there for about 10 minutes politely listening to her ramble, trying to decide–do I follow my instinct, interrupt her and begin telling her all the ways she’s wrong or do I just sit quietly and avoid the confrontation?”
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