During a teeny, tiny length of time in my journey, I presumptuously decided that I was somewhat qualified to offer counsel to other people.
Yes, I understand how foolish that truly is, but at the time, I found it to be magnanimous and perhaps even beneficial.
One day a gentleman came into my office. (Well, it wasn’t exactly my office. It was a back room where I had placed a desk, barely qualifying it.)
He sat down and told me that his wife and friends demanded that he come to counseling because they claimed he was “bad-tempered.” He looked at me, wide-eyed, with some crimson in his cheeks, and said, “I don’t know where they get the idea that I’m bad-tempered. I just won’t put up with any shit.”
There you go. There is the definition of bad-tempered.
This is why we live in a society which is always on the verge of a snit. It has become the common belief that we are not supposed to “put up with shit.” Even among those who are so prim and proper that they would not use the word shit–they will not tolerate doo-doo.
I would call it the first rule of being a human being: I will certainly need to put up with some shit. It’s what happens next that makes the difference,
- Do I fight back?
- Do I object?
- Do I ignore?
- Do I side-step the interference and proceed?
- Do I listen long enough to find out if there’s some constructive criticism?
Yes, the definition of bad-tempered is the notion that we are born to fight back and not put up with shit.
Even our birth should have clued us in on how ridiculous this is: squeezing out of a tiny opening with no air in our lungs, covered in blood and slapped to get us going–that should have told us that this earthly experience will be peppered with some difficulty.
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