Yeah. You know if you're one of us. And I'm not trying to whine. Being tough rarely jumps up and bites me these days. In 7th grade? You betcha. During those dating years long ago, a boy who I know liked me a lot decided to take someone else to a big event. Why? It always seemed that I was a safe person to hurt. Even my own dear mother, a few years ago, was seriously shocked to discover that I was intimidated by some people. Who did she think I was? Superwoman? Even God -- when He was handing out troubles, He apparently thought I was good for a heavy load of them. Sigh. He does have the right, I know, but other people?
That's one of the many things that I adore about Adam; he has never made this horribly invalid assumption. He knows that just because I'm vocal and assertive and seem rather thick-skinned, that's absolutely no reason to assume that I don't have feelings like everyone else. He is oh-so lovingly sensitive to my feelings, and like I said, I adore him for it.
It happened again recently, and it rather took me off my guard. For some bizarre reason, someone assumed that it was safer to hurt my feelings than hurt someone else's. I don't think this kind of thing is mean-spirited or intentional. It's just a rather odd -- and I realized today, fascinating -- part of social life. Some of you probably haven't a clue what I'm talking about. Some of you do, from experience. I think we should all ask ourselves: do we label some others as "tough," and therefore safer to offend? Don't believe it. Being quiet and sweet doesn't mean someone has more tender feelings, and being loud and vocal in no way means someone has emotions like a crocodile hide. Just food for thought.