Our ego loves battles. There’s nothing that our “poor little me” relishes more than an excuse to indulge in righteous indignation, a battle to wage against someone who disrespects us, a stupid, rule, even an object that doesn’t work.
It doesn’t matter how small, or unimportant, or unintentional the trigger. “You’ll do! Bring it on”
But often our assailant isn’t even aware of the fight to the death our ego believes it is involved in. They probably aren’t even aware of our existence. Objects aren’t even aware, full stop!
But none of that matters. It’s not them we are fighting with. It is ourselves. We are fighting with our made up idea of how the world should be.
It’s a losing battle.