The Psyche of a 18 year old
I'm surprised to see how weak my psyche is. Today's story is about two friends of mine, who alongside me practice table tennis twice a week. They are each other's childhood friends, whereas I entered the relationship only last year. During last week's practice, they attended one session each. I managed to accumulate myself some confidence in my own skills, as I did not get any witty remarks and as a result thereof (I wish to believe) played quite well. Yet today they both came, and almost as a collected meter of malevolent, one started bickering quite harshly at my play - rendering me clumsy, predictable and a sure loser. It would've been alright to call it off as that he was being mean and just ignore it, but that task becomes indefinitely harder when they grouped together in their laughs. This practice became my worst one in a long time, and I feel like I broke up my entire technique and turned for the worse in terms of actual level.
I feel quite bad at putting my foot down when whoever insults me, and hence in the aftermath I just wonder what exactly might be the purpose of such intended cruelty. It lights my fire to improve, but table tennis is a two person sport, so practicing by myself is hard.