Once upon a time, a man met a young woman. They exchanged a few words. His, warm and cordial. Hers, cold and unsociable. He immediately assumed that she was conceited. However, if he was a fly on her wall, he would see that instead of being conceited, she was severely shy and frightened of meeting new people.
Some say that you can judge a book by its cover. I don’t think that’s always true, especially when you’re dealing with people. A person can smile and laugh, yet be dying on the inside. Or they can be withdrawn and quiet, yet screaming for help and attention.
We can’t be flies on the wall. And honestly, what sane person would want to be a poop eating fly anyway. But we can all be a little bit more patient with other people. Because we have no idea what someone else may be going through on the inside.