Not out to get me

Life keeps teaching me its tiny lessons: the wisdom I have for others, applying it to myself. How often have I not been insulted by a statement, suggestion or facial expression that was most certainly not intended to convey the meaning I attributed to it? Like when my spouse asks, "Did you do (x) yet?" and I fly off the handle because he obviously thinks I'm lazy, forgetful, incapable or slovenly.

Or even today, and Friday (and even earlier I realize in fact), how personally hurt and offended have I not been by a decision of my boss' boss, which I interpreted primarily as an insult to my person and to my professional capabilities, but which was in fact driven (as usual in his case) by a very cold, impersonal and rational calculation of the costs and benefits of a particular course of action?

Physician! Heal thyself!