What would bother you more: a loved one being upset with you or a stranger saying something hateful to you? For many, the hate is more bothersome. It’s more inflammatory, especially in a society rife with injustice. I see that, but my perspective has changed over time. Now I’m far more concerned when my wife is upset with me than I am with what someone on the street thinks about me. The reason for this is simple (and no, it’s not because I’m scared of her). My wife cares for me and cares about me. I care for her and about her. Why should we concern ourselves with other people’s bitterness?
