Do you know how sometimes, you flame out in a blaze of righteous anger, fighting an injustice for your own sake and for the sake of those who might come after you, and then you find that maybe you overreacted a bit or maybe you even misunderstood the situation altogether so that the perceived injustice was really just a failure to communicate and then you feel that embarrassing mix of deflation and remorse?
No?
Neither do I. That has never happened to me, either. There’s nothing to see here other than a colorful description of an emotional state that other people might have experienced, people less temperate and reasonable than I.
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Anyway, a person in such an emotional state could well say some things that he or she could well regret later. Or maybe it’s not so much what that person might have said but the way in which the person said it that could be the cause for later sorrow, or at least regret, or at the very least a slight feeling of foolishness. Thank goodness that this is all speculative, all rhetorical.
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You’re smart, so I know that you figured out that this was neither rhetorical nor speculative, but an actual dear-diary entry about a thing that happened and the way that I reacted to it. And although I did overreact, the overreaction was only slight. My response to the situation was only slightly out of proportion to the situation’s severity and its relative importance in my life. And not only that, but the people who were the targets of my overly righteous and overly indignant indignation actually backed down and agreed that I have a legitimate grievance, and they promised to promptly address my very valid concerns. All’s well that ends well.
That might be a premature statement, because a promise to address a person’s concerns is not the same thing as concrete action, but it’s a start. Validation is a start. Let’s just say that all is likely to be well. Things are looking up.
And I regret nothing.
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