A Minefield of Pathology
I like to think I’m not terrible thin skinned. It’s a myth. I rather think the reality is that it’s a myth for most people. We are human. We get hurt. We hear something, read something, and all those mines in our emotional field go off. Sometimes they all go off at once. Other times, it’s one or two. The booby-traps are everywhere. Sometimes some unwitting (or sometimes dimwitted) person in a store triggers a life-time of feelings. That happened a lot in South Dakota. A trip to Hy-Vee or Wal-Mart in Brookings SD usually resulted in my swearing to myself the whole way home. Other times it is a remark that you know isn’t personal but somehow, it gets under your skin. It just sort of sits there – like an unattended wound, it festers. Last night two mines exploded in my heart. My mood went from good to bad very quickly. You try to remove yourself from the trigger but once it has been pulled, it is impossible to stop....