My OperaIn all fairness
Friday, April 9, 2010 4:39:29 PM
In all fairness, unfairness sucks.
This is really pushing my buttons. I think I was raised that way, being a twin. During childhood, the master word at home always was 'equity'. I became highly sensitive to unfairness, yet my twin brother seemingly didn't.
Years after years of being a grown-up and living in the real life, I've softened, but only by a fraction. Unfairness affects me far more than I wish it would, in my personal life and to a lesser degree in my professional life.
Because I don't do well with confrontations, I reason a lot with myself, in pursuit of the right balance between an unfortunate situation and the bright side I can hold on to. For the greater good, or out of cowardice, I yield, hoping I can keep up with the choice I made, and hoping the effort is acknowledged. But too much unfairness, I can't cope with ; there is just so much I can take. Sometimes I burst and the balance is broken.
Practices become habits, or systematic reactions start creeping into my everyday life, shaping an uncomfortable order. To avoid this, and preserve the balance, I try as much as possible to give hints or warnings that a situation is not ideal for me and that the balance is in jeopardy. But what is a significant effort or concession from me, is not necessarily reciprocated and my hints are ineffective. The value --or cost-- of the status-quo is hardly ever the same for the involved parties.
Fortunately, it doesn't happen frequently. Unfortunately, it's distressing and overwhelming when it happens.
This is really pushing my buttons. I think I was raised that way, being a twin. During childhood, the master word at home always was 'equity'. I became highly sensitive to unfairness, yet my twin brother seemingly didn't.
Years after years of being a grown-up and living in the real life, I've softened, but only by a fraction. Unfairness affects me far more than I wish it would, in my personal life and to a lesser degree in my professional life.
Because I don't do well with confrontations, I reason a lot with myself, in pursuit of the right balance between an unfortunate situation and the bright side I can hold on to. For the greater good, or out of cowardice, I yield, hoping I can keep up with the choice I made, and hoping the effort is acknowledged. But too much unfairness, I can't cope with ; there is just so much I can take. Sometimes I burst and the balance is broken.
Practices become habits, or systematic reactions start creeping into my everyday life, shaping an uncomfortable order. To avoid this, and preserve the balance, I try as much as possible to give hints or warnings that a situation is not ideal for me and that the balance is in jeopardy. But what is a significant effort or concession from me, is not necessarily reciprocated and my hints are ineffective. The value --or cost-- of the status-quo is hardly ever the same for the involved parties.
Fortunately, it doesn't happen frequently. Unfortunately, it's distressing and overwhelming when it happens.
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