I was almost bullied today in a poetry workshop.
This women, that I dislike for many reasons, was mocking a poem that I wrote, she argues there is no importence in its opening line, and no one will climb to the top of the roof and shout this sentence - and she actually did shout it.

I am standing naked in the town squre, everyone is throwing stones, laughing at me as stumble, cry and fall.

Then she says to me - What were you thinking? I want you to explain to me!
And I, calm and polite as Queen Elizebeth, said to her, there is no reason to respond to your question as I find this behavior appalling, and I will not be part of this discourse.
She shuts up immediatly, opening her big dark eyes.

I am wearing my Shabbat best, smiling to the crowd, they throw flowers at me, I wave.