Curiosity Killed the cat
February 12th 2012 21:00
I wish some people would learn to mind their own business. Here I was, standing in a secluded spot just outside Chatswood Chase shopping centre while I was surfing the net. Out of the blue, a woman approaches me.
“Excuse me,” she began, “you look really lost. Can I help you with the maps?”
“I’M FINE!” I snapped at her. My rudeness was more to do with having the living daylights frightened out of me as opposed to me being difficult. “THANK YOU,” I added but I noticed my voice still had an angry edge to it. I then went back to surfing the net.
I felt like a caged animal. Now I know why frightened animals actually attack people. My snarling was my way of telling her to back off. I was also annoyed that she assumed that I was lost (not true), assumed that I was looking at a map (also not true) and her disturbing me while I was Googling something.
“You have to learn to be more tolerant of people,” said Edmund, my psychologist friend. That said, he once noted that my anti/un-social behaviour only occurred when people approached me, not the other way around. “You don’t go around starting fights. In fact, you want nothing to do with people. But if someone approaches you, you often react badly.”
“Of course!” I snarled at him. “They’re invading my space by approaching me. I did not ask them to approach me and if they want to, they have to expect that I’m not going to like it.”
It is no wonder that my friends call me the Rottweiler and the lioness. I take that to be a compliment.
“Would you rather be liked or feared?” asked Edmund.
“Feared,” I replied.
“That’s interesting. Most people would rather be liked.”
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