A dude parked next to me and swung his door wide open — tap right into my car.
Didn’t even flinch. Old guy, barely mobile, still opened it like he owned the spot.
I felt that flash of irritation. The voice that says, “Say something.”
But I paused.
There’s cameras in the lot. I already had the plate if I needed it.
No dent, no scratch, no damage. So why waste energy?
I grabbed a snack, cracked a few jokes with the receptionist, and moved on with my day.
By the time I clocked out, the guy was gone and so was the feeling.
That’s not weakness — that’s discipline.
Sometimes the smartest flex is letting peace win when your ego wants smoke.
That’s what pragmatic stoicism looks like in real life.