Imagine a long day of work, and at the end of the day, someone is displeased.

Imagine years of long work, and someone is displeased.

It’s hard for me to be pleased when I know that someone else is displeased.

It’s a splinter in the finger.

But, when the other person displeased as a permanent state, it would seem that I should let it go.

It’s not easy. It is hard to ignore someone’s displeasure. I *like* to please people.

But some people refuse to be pleased.