A friend mistook something I said and thought I didn’t care.
It was a good thing that I was a bit slow. I didn’t react to her state and went on to explain my statement. It wasn’t until I’ve left, I figured out what had happened.
If my sense was sharp and alert, I wouldn’t have been able to reiterate my true feeling without adding more emotion into the mix.
Slow food is a comfort.
Slow reaction is a blessing.