The Person Is Not Me

The Person Is Not Me

Sometimes I forget that the person I am facing is not me.
The person has his own values, and although how extreme they are to those of mine, I should be able to understand.
If he likes to make sexual references when he sees a woman with big flapjacks, I should be able to smile and think that's only a casual comment. Although in reality, I would not be smiling since I think my flapjacks are not as big as those of the woman (ha!).

Another person can admit their negative sides, yet would still be able to laugh on his lack when people point it out to her. I would think that my lack is my loss, and would make a big deal out of it.

Just remember Self, the person is not you!