Many, many times the other person didn’t even realize they’d said anything to hurt & certainly did not intend to inflict any pain. Maybe the comment touched a raw nerve, or even, ha ha, the truth!! Or I felt misunderstood, or ambushed, or a myriad of other human emotions that had nothing to do with the person or subject at hand.
I used to have [well, still do a little, hee hee] a volcano-like temper — I let lots of things build up inside until I can no longer hold all the anger & then it explodes! Once all is calm, the mask is replaced & tons of hurt is jokingly brushed aside until the next volcanic eruption.
But with time comes wisdom [well hopefully to most of us!]. Hurtful words can never make a situation better & time itself is a healer. Now I try to think, write, digest, analyze, . . . anything other than lashing back with words that are forever out there.
Lots of times I think of good ole Fred Flintstone with his quick temper — trying to count to 10 before exploding. Did he ever make it? Well, thank goodness, I have — even to count to 100 — or 1,000 — or 1,000,000 — if need be, hee hee.