A Shirt Isn't the Problem
“Hey, Belly, do you like my outfit today?” I asked before class started. She said: “ Yeah, but I think maybe you can try this shirt next time, maybe it is better for you.” We ended up talking about it for the rest of the day, because I don’t agree with her opinion.
After school, I was doing my homework. I couldn't help but think of that incident. I kept wondering why Belly thought that way. Did I explain myself badly? Or did she just see things differently from me? Then I realized something kind of embarrassing. Whenever I disagree with someone, my first reaction is often to convince them that I'm right. I don't really know why. Maybe part of me just thinks my idea makes more sense. Well it’s kind of weird, I know, right?Then I started noticing that the people around me do the same thing too,but when I thought about it more.
I noticed that other people do the exact same thing. Belly was trying to convince me that her choice looked better, and I was trying to convince her that mine did. Maybe neither of us was really listening. Honestly, the funny thing is that we were arguing over a shirt. A shirt. Not a life-changing decision, not a huge problem—just a shirt.
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