Stings still hurt
One would think experience, perspective and smoother edges would shield one from being affected by slights and insults. Not true. If you have to work as an older person in these times you understand what I mean. You might deal with 100 people that are decent enough, but if two are rude and insulting it can really sting. Just ask an older security guard at a gatehouse, or an older salesperson at Macy’s. Unless they have dulled themselves, the slights hurt more than ever. Your patience is thinner, your health is vulnerable, and being insulted and/or demeaned is hard to take. Your dignity is violated. One can try to stay calm, to breathe deeply, protect oneself with a light or meditation or detach yourself from the experience, but no matter what you do, it still hurts. Old wounds don’t heal so easily. A few times when treated so, I was up all night. I knew better. I knew all the right things to tell myself and to do, but chamomile tea and soft candle lights still were no match. The sting just had to heal with time.