I still think it was right for me to get angry that day.
When I heard someone belittle something I truly loved—
not directly, but by using it as a tool for self-praise,
wrapped in a tone of polite modesty—
I realized I wasn’t the kind of person who could just smile and let it pass.
“It's not popular, but I like it.
So I think I’ll do well with it.”
—That one line meant everything to me.
Maybe for that person, it was just a casual remark.
But for me, it felt like they had stepped on something precious,
just to lift themselves a little higher.
I got angry. Probably in a way that seemed over-the-top.
But at that moment, I stood up for what I love.
And I still believe that was the right thing to do.
Now, I’ve quietly stepped away.
The anger, the hurt—it’s all changed shape,
and settled into something meaningful inside me.
I’m sure that person is still seen as a kind and noble figure by those around them.
Maybe even admired.
But I’m glad I walked away when I did.
By protecting what I love, I ended up protecting myself.
And honestly, I’m proud of that.
I’m proud that I stayed honest.
That I said “I love this,” and meant it.
