Some guy cuts you off in traffic and can’t even be bothered to even give you the finger as he speeds off.
What’s his story?
He is a jerk who doesn’t care about anyone but himself.
His youngest daughter is dying after being struck by a car. He at least wants to say ‘I love you’ one more time.
He desperately needs those concert tickets because he suffers from the Fear of Missing Out.
He is late for that job interview because he had to feed his mother, suffering dementia, before he left the house and the oatmeal spilled and he had to clean it up and make more. His boss is the jerk, always threatening to fire him.
It’s true. He might be a jerk. Or maybe not.
Turns out no matter what his story is, you weren’t in it. It wasn’t about you, after all.