We tell ourselves a story. About who we are. About the people around us. Why and what they do. And what they mean. We take the basic observations. We add in our own colors. Our own interpretation. And call it the truth.
Then we fret and fume. That they’ve wronged us. They’re unworthy. They made us feel bad. They’ve ruined our day/week/life.
Are you reacting to them? Or to the song in your head – the story you told yourself?