Chicken
May 19th, 2008Today I was called a chicken. Because I didn’t want to sit around and argue… especially because the argument was making me late for a class I was taking today.
I am not an argumentative person in general. Any of my friends or family will attest that I occasionally find a high horse to ride in on, but it is rare and usually understandable. But when someone picks fights with me, I generally just want to walk away. Particularly if they are arguing with me and I agree with what they are saying. FYI - That isn’t arguing so why must we continue this?
Anyway. To be called chicken because I don’t want to waste my time is just uncalled for. Especially when I feel like I walk a thin line by staying there.
