So my daughter asked me a question last night, and I've been thinking about it all day.
"What do you do when you have to be around people you don't like?" she asked me. It was late, and I was tucking her into bed. She likes to do this to me, my little princess does; she asks me questions about life and love and God right before bedtime, when any real creativity I've had has trundled off to sleepytime and all I'm really thinking about is crawling under the covers with a good book.
But she was serious. She wanted an answer. So I thought for a moment.
Now, I consider myself a pretty easygoing person. I mean, I like most people; I hope they like me. But sure, once in awhile I meet that person who just bugs the poop out of me. They're loud or rude or stupid or all three rolled up into one big obnoxious sandwich. So what do you do? What can you do?
This is what I told her: I said I don't do anything about them. Because nothing will change them. And I can scream and rant and pull my hair out and they'll still be what they are and my day will be ruined. So I just try to change my reaction to them. I take a deep breath. I try not to listen to them. I go for a walk. Then I come back and I smile. Or ... I make a snarky little comment. (Hey, we're all human).
Try to be like a duck, I told her. Let it all roll off you. Then I scratched her back. She smiled and closed her eyes.
And again, I hoped I'd given the right answer.