You can’t say you’re humble because that wouldn’t be humble of you.
I have grown to be mindful of myself and how I treat others throughout my twenties, but I still have far to go (I have to add that bit to show you all that I am, in fact, humble.)
I had a phone call with somebody earlier today in which they made several wild assumptions that made themselves look good while making me look pretty bad.
I was very (I mean VERY) tempted to correct them and “set the record straight” on that call. How could my “honor” be so offended?
I bit my tongue and let the situation cool down and never addressed what was said.
Nobody will even know what was said. I knew the caller was saying this to make himself feel better in the situation we were discussing. If I’m the “victim” in a case where somebody else can feel better about a more substantial matter, I should be happy with that.
But it still bugs me a little, so I’m writing this blog post to get it out of my system. When it has no consequence, aside from hurting my ego, I want my default response to be meek.
I love thinking about humility, but I hate talking about it. Talking about humility is like talking about money. You either sound like a beggar or a blockhead.