Today someone yelled at me for hurting his feelings. Some of you may remember this post from a few months ago. The subject of the post’s wife apparently saw the post and accused him of having an affair based on one of the comments to which I replied. I apologized to the man and offered to talk to the wife to clear things up, but he declined.
First, I would like to say I have no knowledge of this man’s love life or marriage, and I truly am sorry if what I wrote caused any sort of rift between his wife and him. My reply to the comment? Well, really it was an inside joke between the commenter and myself. Just an example of an unfortunate sense of humor that doesn’t make sense to many people.
With that said, I don’t regret writing the post. I was completely honest in saying that he was a nice guy, but he talked too much. I get pretty worked up when I think about people who monopolize conversations- I think it’s incredibly rude and as a quiet, polite person, I find it nearly impossible to get away when I am cornered by a talker; I feel taken advantage of and exhausted.
I know I’m not perfect- in fact I probably don’t talk enough. I loathe small talk and probably make people feel uncomfortable when they realize I am not going to join them in chatting. I don’t go out of my way to be friends with someone I don’t have anything in common with, and then gossip about them to other people. That seems to be the way a lot of the moms in this area operate and it’s pretty odd.
Still, I’m a little shaken up at being yelled at- I hope it helped him get out some of his anger, and I suppose I won’t have to worry about how I’m going to politely excuse myself from listening to him in the future.