Deep Thinking - Laughing At Me

An odd throwaway remark on Facebook, perceived as a criticism, can send me off on a silent rant against an unsuspecting soul (who has most likely forgotten I exist.) Yet it happens. Often. A remark in a meeting, a well-intentioned joke - gems, a source of joy if I let them. I can know when I react that I am criticizing me, not the person I perceive doing it. It's a moment sent to wake me up, to draw my attention to an aspect of my life that hitherto has been hidden from my knowledge. Who's criticized you recently? What did they say? Time for you to learn about you. I wait till I laugh - then I know, I got that. I understand. Yes, that's me - you are right. Thank you.