I am not that thin-skinned — no insult taken!
Hey, at a certain age, we have to take claim of our poor judgment and celebrate what we learned while steeped in our stupidity!
As I see it, one of the many advantages of aging is that we no longer have to keep up the facade of everything is okay when everything is definitely NOT okay and then, we can admit it.
I was raised by a blaming father. I always felt the need to cover up mistakes or to go to great lengths not to make any. And, when I did, NEVER ADMIT IT. Spent most of my adult life fearing imperfection, afraid of making the slightest error, and covering up any that I failed to avoid.
Took me a lifetime to realize I am an imperfect human and to accept others as being the same.