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