I said I wasn't affected.
That was the right answer to give, because it would serve no purpose to say otherwise. Getting apologies from you on his behalf definitely isn't what I'm looking out for. It was a socially correct answer and a half truth.
Since I know that I don't need his validation to be okay with myself, I can dismiss his words more readily.
Since I know that you don't share the same opinion, I can interpret it as a difference in perception and preferences.
Since I am not inclined to start World War III,
Since I'm aware that it's his tendency to voice such things,
Since I can acknowledge that I don't put much thought into my dressing, much effort into my appearance,
I can dismiss it.
I can brush it off.
But I can't say I won't think about it.
I wonder if you observed a break in my behavior. It bothers me that my attempt to radiate confident impassivity didn't turn out all well.
It was bordering on flight mode, bordering on defensive.
It was nice of you to stand up for me, but there really wasn't a point. I wasn't going to take his words to heart.
闹翻的话又怎样?赢了有用吗?
Unpleasantness all around- over something as small as ego?
It is not his words that get to me. It is not his criticism that gets to me. It's the implications, and the implications stem from my mind alone.
There are people out there who do simply speak their mind, who do not adhere to the social restrictions on "proper", polite behaviour. Their adherence to frankness, or a natural brusque manner...
Or was it that I really have been living in a bubble my whole life, sheltered from the unpleasant in the world?
A modern May Welland.
I have my ideals, and in them I really don't live in the same reality as others do.
In my ideal, there is liberty to value different things. There should be freedom to think different things.
But while I attempt to live out my ideal, I get reminded that not everyone works by this vision.
It is how it resonates with my own, deeper insecurities that it bothers me.
It made me wonder too, the effect of being surrounded by similar people. To require an iron hard defence, to depend on a strength that originates from within, to grip it securely enough to remind yourself every moment that you live for a greater purpose than being picked on.
Is it possible? Would self-esteem be shattered beyond repair? Would it bring about intangible effects on one's psyche?
To see the faults of the person throwing criticism at you, to credit its truth, to recognise its inadequacies, to realise that they are merely, like you, fallible humans-
"Such is the imperfect nature of man! such spots are there on the disc of the clearest planet; and eyes like Miss Scatcherd’s can only see those minute defects, and are blind to the full brightness of the orb."
Would it be asking too much of stoicism? Would it be asking too much of confidence? Would it still value reality as it should?
As he attempted to ironically follow your suggestion of saying something nice for a change, it struck me that he had nothing to say.
The shirt- it falls flat.
How I look better- taking into context everything else, he'd already given a valuation of the insignificance of that, hasn't he?
My personality-
It was the closest try for peacemaking. Unfortunate, therefore, that he has always only known but one facet of it. How would he have known my personality enough to make a comment that sounds sincere?
“If you and I were destined to live always together, cousin, we would commence matters on a different footing. I should not settle tamely down into being the forbearing party;"
Frankness does serve. It really does. It's precious because it comes so rarely.
A critical eye is important. It really is, because people with real knowledge and sense enough may be rare.
But to be continually caught up by appearance! It seems the formula for viewing things through narrow lenses, getting an incomplete picture of the environment, and by that a skewed human experience.
Yet in the end, who am I to talk? Me of all people- me, when I live in a bubble.