It is never honorable to be discourteous to anyone. A child, a teen, or someone older like me. I don’t approve, no matter if I am stubborn, or not. I don’t like to be treated lesser. I feel it is treating me lesser when the respect is gone. Anger has no, place in me, and I don’t like to see it in someone else. I believe we get tired, and then our words come without really taking note. I appear to be reasonable, but when this happens, I can’t think but of the discourteous way I was talked to, and how it has confronted me to dig in my heels.