I played with your heart
Got lost in the game.
Oh, baby baby...
Wait, sorry, got sidetracked.
I let myself get drawn into an argument again. A sparring of words, as it were. An argument where neither side is going to move. That is my favorite kind, if you don't count the throw downs me and El Ringleader Eric get caught up in. (Can you feel the sarcasm? Why don't they have a sarcastic font?)
This really smart guy once said:
When we believe or say we have been offended, we usually mean we feel insulted, mistreated, snubbed, or disrespected. And certainly clumsy, embarrassing, unprincipled, and mean-spirited things do occur in our interactions with other people that would allow us to take offense. However, it ultimately is impossible for another person to offend you or to offend me. Indeed, believing that another person offended us is fundamentally false. To be offended is a choice we make; it is not a condition inflicted or imposed upon us by someone or something else.
Apparently, I need to repeat it more often to myself.
Don't take the bait, Sarah. It doesn't matter to you, Sarah. Everyone has their opinion, Sarah.
Just stop, collaborate and listen.
p.s. That really smart guy was David A. Bednar.