January 28, 2010
I got to thinking about Reed's triangle earlier, and about how everyone either plays the victim, persecutor or rescuer in social interactions with others. I'm not sure where I am on the scale, but tonight I immediately recognized the persecutor in someone else. I did all I could for him because I knew this, but at the same time didn't want to expend too much energy on him either. He used my name a little too often and a little too loudly, like a bully on a playground. He wanted a response--but I chose not to give him one.