“You can do much better,” she started.
“I agree,” I nodded.
“Actually, you have wasted too much time,” she continued.
I listened quietly. After all, she is a close friend. Maybe she is trying to pep me up.
“If I were you, I would have been editor of an international newspaper. You are happy in comfort zones. Anyway, now you are in late 40s and there is nothing you can do. All you can do now is give a few headlines, write a few stories and go to sleep,” she refused to stop.
My attempts to prove that I have been doing my best were scuttled by “You have wasted your life and career ya. You are finished."
My blood started boiling and BP was shooting up.
It was then that I realized I had a weapon. SMILE. After all, what’s the point in arguing with cynics and diehard pessimists? I understood such people dread one thing in their lives: Your smile.
For every line she continued, I flashed a smile.
She just shut up after four minutes and moved off.
I concede that my anger was at its peak, ego bruised badly, but controlling my rage helped me.
All I did was put on the taperecorder.
“I am stronger than yesterday..” adorable Britney’s voice filled my room.
“Yesss. I am stronger than yesterday.”
I thanked that friend. She has helped me win. I controlled my anger.