As I imagine it has happened to everyone, I’ve been tossed and washed by other people’s loathsome words a few times over. Luckily, not too many times, although the intensity of those moments feels overwhelmingly wounding. I have always found strength in absolutely believing that the person who argues is always less, always, drowned by doubt, asphyxiated of vitality. That person must feel important of his/her progress toward negation. I simply stay out of that second-rate way.