It has taken years for me to grow this thick skin. Insults and rude remarks would cut like a knife years ago and I would mull them over and over as the night went on, sinking deeper into despair. “Do I really look like that?” “Did she really mean that?”
But now, I have found a way to live with insults and even benefit from them. I use them. I write them down and I use them in my writing. Truth is stranger than fiction, in so many ways. Right? So every insult is a scene opportunity. I’ve worked two scenes around off-hand insults I’ve heard. One was thrown at me, the other was tossed at someone sitting near me.
Eavesdropping for insults is just as effective if you’re lucky enough to be loved by everyone and never have any lobbed in your direction. I’m lucky enough to surround myself with people who have no problem dropping insults like German bombs on England in WWII. Most of the time I have to keep from getting blasted before I remind myself that I can use them. I may even set myself up as a target just to get a good one now and then. Don’t judge me silently whatever you do, I need the material.