Twice today I read something someone wrote on social media and then bristled with righteous indignation at their audacity. But he funny coincidence is both times I clicked through the doubleplusungood comment to nonperson’s profile because I really needed my two minutes hate, only to discover I’d met this person. And both times I had decided immediately they were something of a dunce, whose main saving grace was that they had been something of an ingenue, someone who was so obviously out of their depth it was kind of charming even. And I felt like such an idiot both times, both for letting these comments burn me up like that but also for not showing a little grace for people—even if only in this little private dialogue they don’t know we’re having.