Every now and then, I put on my hat and go to a small cinema where they screen mostly European films. Each time I notice without fail at least half a dozen women scattered among the audience, seated on chairs like islands, with two or more empty seats around them which never fill up.
For many years I compared myself to others and suffered because of it. That’s what we tend to do: determine our significance — or lack of — by comparing ourselves to those around us and their achievements. We were raised that way and taught at school to do it, and the competitive nature of modern society encourages negative comparisons every day.
Noises, busy places, crowds, televised violence, nosy people, loud people, shouting, rudeness, or injustices of any kind all touch a painful spot inside of me. I am a sensitive person — I cannot help it.