In face of disrespect, I complained.
He listened and responded, “You just get used to it.”
Of course, my complaint was about something minor—my misplaced things and disruption of my usual household routine. What infuriated me and still infuriates me months later was the complacency to an imbalance. The complacency is born out of one’s own personal priorities—the perspective of values.
Will I get value of the action that I perform? If not, it’s easier to do nothing.
I worry sometimes that I will suffer from the pedestrian effect and instead of giving a helping hand, I keep walking and walking back home.