Not gonna be a huge vent or story, but my old schoolmates were organizing a reunion. I had been invited, and participated in the scheduling poll, but when they settled on a date and time (which will be this sunday), they somehow forgot to forward this information to me. (For context: I'm not part of their WhatsApp group since I refuse to use WhatsApp, so it's kinda my own fault).

In retrospect not a big deal - mistakes like that happen and know the people organizing the event well, and I'm sure they didn't mean anything by it; but my response to being forgotten like that was still.. intense loathing. I had to internally rant a bit along the lines of "guess I won't go, fuck these people, I hate them all anyways" etc. and felt zero desire to ever see them ever again.

.. then I realized that these feelings will probably pass, so rather than acting on them, I forced myself to say "yes" anyway when asked if I still wanted to come. Suffice to say, the feelings did pass, not long after doing that.

Not a huge victory but it definitely is a moment of acting exactly opposite to what I wanted to do in that situation, and getting rewarded for it.