When I think about it deeply, I can see multiple moments in each day when I have the option to act hurt, to act put-upon, to be offended, to make accusations. Anyone can point to any little thing and turn it into a moment of outrage simply by calling it so. There is an arbitrary element to rejection. I remember I once said to a friend, “You know, I was thinking about going to San Francisco for a week.” “What do you mean, You know?” she said, incredulous, offended. “How am I supposed to know?” Of course I meant you know like uh, um. But she needed to construct me as someone doing something bad
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