The ones who serve

I am far too familiar with humiliation. I've gotten laughed at, taunted, insulted, shunned and a plethora of other indignities that have scarred and made me wary of approaching many situations without caution and or limited eye contact. I don't read people well, I think they're angry when they're actually intrigued or interested and I've mistaken distaste and acrimony for jest and levity. Every once in awhile I get to a point where an inventory of these events makes me wonder how others face these issues and what they do to live with the crushing sadness of the universal human condition.