Self Pity

A few days ago I went shopping at City Creek with my friend, Karen. She had to make a return and I had to use the restroom so we split up. I walked down the hall by myself and just as
I turned the corner I nearly collided with two young teenage girls. I said,  "Excuse me." and moved out of their way as best as I could, which wasn't really graceful and included stumbling and grabbing the wall for balance. The girls didn't say anything, just looked at me and walked around me.
As I was reaching for the door handle, I heard one of the girls whisper something and they both started to laugh.
I guess they could have been talking about something besides me but the timing...
I'm not going to lie, it hurt my feelings. Intellectually I understand that they are young, I am tough, blah, blah, blah. But I'm human and it hurt my heart.  I mean really, did we learn nothing from Tina Fay about how to treat other females? Sheesh!
This isn't the first or last time this has happened. I don't mind the children who are genuinely curious and don't have a bit of cruelty, or even the adults who are brave enough to approach me or kind to me. But every once in a while I get condescending or rude stares or the occasional comment or giggle. Sometimes I just want to walk up to them and ask if they would like a better view. Once when two guys were openly gaping at me, I looked right at them and burst out singing the theme from "The Love Boat. "
I realize that I am just feeling sorry for myself, whether or not I feel justified, and that does me exactly NO good.  But every so often I reserve the right to feel some self pity. We all should. It's actually very gratifying.  But the feeling can only last a few moments because I have too much to do.
Like playing Monopoly Jr. with the critters and watching M*A*S*H reruns with Robert.


"Courage is something you shouldn't be afraid to have." Frank Burns, M*A*S*H