Sensitivity

As I watch my dogs, I am reminded on how funny humans really are. No other species get their feelings hurt. No other species beat themselves up over mistakes, or have the desire to hurt themselves in order to get attention. No other animal commits suicide. No other animals overanalyze what's going on with the people/creatures around them. Why are humans so sensitive to people and the things around them (and no, I'm not thinking about suicide, I'm just trying to make a point)?

I allowed someone to hurt my feelings today, although that person doesn't realize it. Sometimes I'm too cowardly to stand up for myself, although I use the word "cowardly" only because I don't know how else to describe it. Sometimes I find it easier to just keep my mouth shut instead of making my point. Sometimes I'm so afraid of the other person's reactions, that I stay silent instead of trying to get what I want. Sometimes I think I won't get what I want anyway, so why bother. I, for the most part, ignore disparaging remarks about me, or I blow them off. A couple of people, however, have the ability to strike me down with a single facial gesture, or a single word (or lack thereof). I know I shouldn't let those people get to me, that I should probably just distance myself from them because I don't need those attitudes around me. But then I have to go back to previous remarks and turn them into questions. Why do humans allow other humans to make them feel bad about themselves? Why did I let someone else get me upset?

On another note, I've written 4 pages of my script, wrote 4 pages of notes today and then ignored my writing as I went to Barnes and Noble/Bookstop and bought a new book - "Memoirs of a Geisha." I've been wanting to read it for years, and now since the movie is coming out on Friday, what better reason to read it now? I bought it 10 hours ago and have been reading, off and on, for the past 10 hours (except for a nap). It's great. I hope to finish it tomorrow.