Injustice

Injustices abound in our world. In my world. Injustice affects individuals differently, and I am very sensitive to slights that are implied or expressed.

I know that to be offended is my choice. I believe that offense is not always intended by the perceived offender. However, I have a very difficult time getting along with some people.

I can not explain why some personalities chafe against mine. The very first time I encountered a certain person at my new job, I instinctively bridled at the sound of their voice. I've come to realize that this person is very immature for being almost fifty years old. I have also learned that this person has underdeveloped interpersonal skills.

The trainer should teach gently, not criticize and belittle the student. I was criticized in just this way today for a process I had never been trained in. The trainer affirmed that the process had been taught while I know that I was never in the room when that training took place.

This is the type of injustice I have in my life. This may seem a small matter to other folks, especially to those that had to endure the injustice of the picture above. However, this is my drinking fountain, and a man must drink to survive, after all.

2-06-08