I am reading “The Nice Girl Syndrome”, got it from the library yesterday after browsing through its pages at Barnes and Nobles during lunch.
They classify me (or so I gathered), as the “enlightened” type. The one that confuses compassion with stupidity. And I thought I was so clever and that one of my strenghts was exactly that.
I wonder how would life be if I was to be more discriminative when it comes to how I define compassion, who do I give a second chance to and why, and where is it really appropiate to give the other cheek.