I went for a walk and pondered some things. 

Later that evening I had a meeting I was supposed to attend and I did not want to go.  “Treat them like they treated me,” was my train of thought.

But then a voice that sounded a lot like my mom’s interrupted by thoughts.  “You are better than that.”

“Am I?” My thoughts argued.  “At this moment I don’t think so.  I sure don’t want to be.”

“You were raised better than that.  Do not let the actions of others determine your behavior.  Remember your teaching.”

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Darn this being born to goodly parents.  Why can’t I act childish like the others just this once?