You know when two of your friends meet each other and you feel responsible for them liking one another? Or is that just me?
Last night, I met up with friends for dinner at 7:30. The fifth friend arrived at 8:30, inebriated. He then proceeded to make very loud statements with grandiose hand gestures. He also decided to keep going with whisky and beer. Leaving the restaurant, he was literally fall-down drunk.
I felt disrespected and taken for granted. It didn’t seem like he cared as much as I did for him and for the discomfort he was causing those around him. I was able to laugh – he was a funny spectacle – but I had to tell him I was hurt because I don’t want that to happen again.
You know that progressive relaxation technique of tightening and relaxing each muscle? I do that with feelings. I sit with my thoughts to understand why I’m upset, really feeling the hurt all over again, and decide what I want to do about it. Once I talk about it once, I try not to bring it up or let it bother me anymore.
I’ve already made a joke to him about his antics, but I honestly feel ok about the whole thing now. After all, though I always want everyone to feel comfortable, other people’s emotions and actions are not my responsibility.