I'm approaching my seventies and I still can't stand rude, ill-mannered people who don't know courtesy. Since I was a child, the abrupt treatment, the shouting and the inconsideration of some people overwhelmed me greatly. For a long time I was afraid of people in general, my shyness was more of a way to protect my peace.

Over time I have learned to avoid them but I no longer have fear as such, however, when I am forced to deal with people with a bad character I feel intimidated and lacking answers.

I know that there are all kinds of people in the world, and that it is not possible to live in a sea of ​​permanent kindness. I also understand that there are people who do not know how to deal with problems and go beyond their limits with relative ease. I am referring more to the arrogant, those who believe that everything must be done as they want, who maintain an arrogant attitude and do not know how to treat anyone well.

It is very possible that beneath the bully there really exists someone with a weak personality who uses that style to protect themselves. There have been many cases like this. I have known people who in demanding circumstances became helpless beings and even played the role of victims.

Why do I consider that always expecting kind treatment from others is a weakness? Because it affects me. I know that I have a degree of susceptibility that is perhaps exaggerated for these cases. Other people simply ignore those who live with snubs, they normally assume that the other is like that and do not complicate things with it, some even confront them and assume the same behavior. But not me, I have a bad taste in my mouth, the slight stays with me for a long time, I talk about it a lot and I make radical decisions, like stopping dealing with that person, if they are in a common circle, not going to the place where I might meet them anymore; the possibility of confronting them is not open, not even to clarify, those people are not going to decide how I should be.

I know that paying so much attention to that speaks more of my lack of understanding or empathy, but it is very difficult for me to put myself in the shoes of the aggressor. Perhaps even at my age I should relax my level of tolerance a little and recognize that the world can be merciless and cruel, that it is not possible to have only good days, that there is a balance in society and just as there are despotic people there are also kind ones and move on without paying much attention to that.

Perhaps the exercise of writing in my memoirs this characteristic, which I consider a weakness, is an important step to not pay so much attention to this issue that is present in many people. Part of me still thinks the world would be more livable if most people practiced good manners and kindness and courtesy prevailed.

_{With my son and two of my grandchildren, good and kind people who just visited me.}

This is my participation for the Memoir Monday No. 41 promoted by @ericvancewalton. This time with the topic: What is my biggest weakness?

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