Today I learned that some of us our aiming down. At work today I got a complaint from a customer. She said I was being smart by appropriately answering her patronizing question. She first asked me what was my name in the way you would ask a small child. After pointing to my name tag she then asked how long have I been working at the place I’m working. I told her “long enough.” She took this indifferent answer and ran with it. She first told the pharmacist I was “getting smart.” Then later called corporate office. Today the store manager and the pharmacist talked about what I could of did. They said I should of given better customer service. It was not a big deal to me so i took the instruction and agreed. But later into the day the same lady walked by the pharmacy looking over at me in a boastful manner. That is went it was more obvious that her complaint wasn’t about me at all. She took this opportunity to express her misguided frustration. Then she returned to passively gloat about it. This is such a reoccurring aspect in my life. It seems like so many people I’m in direct contact with are aiming down. Coworkers, family members, acauintences, just people in general. I try not to let it bother me too much but sometimes enough is enough. But I can understand how tough life can be. Becoming bitter would be the default for someone who hasn’t chosen to live a life of meaning. How many people choose to live a life of meaning? Not enough. I just find it frustrating because it situations where I’m trying to hold firm on what I want the meaning of my life to be someone comes along and does something petty which makes me loosen my grip a little. It makes me angry and want to involve myself in meager squabbles for “honor.” Dealing with somebody who is aiming down increases my chance of aiming down. But that type of behavior isn’t fit for me. I would be severely let down if I were to find out my son decided to let the world around him turn into another bitter person. I want my son to be somebody who powers through all the resentment, betrayal, bitterness, and all that. I want my son to be somebody who perpetually sims upwards. So that’s who I have to be. I can’t let the bitter majority stain my mindset and my meaning. I can do more for them by trying to live up to the standard I set for myself.