Whatever the reason, it makes me rethink my being open and friendly to everyone (or at least most people) policy. Maybe I should be more guarded, like I used to be when I was younger? Maybe I should draw back and only surround myself with the few people I really trust and know well?
The nastiness of a practical stranger can completely throw me for a loop and make me want to recoil into the safety of my own small circle. But then something wonderful happens with a friend or acquaintance and I realize what a huge mistake that would be.
I look around at my life and realize that some of the best things in it are because of the great advice, support, kindness and help that I have been given by others.
Being open to the world is scary. The chance of being hurt at some point is almost certain but so is the chance of being loved, supported, helped and encouraged. And I'll take that any day of the week, even if it comes with a little nasty here and there.