It's complicated

I had a Whatsapp war with my work friend yesterday, but by tea time, the episode was water under the bridge and we chatted like it never happened. The least I could do is to respect the fact that we both did not bring the matter up and I take it as we have both made a compromise. 

I am not someone who quarrels, and these kinds of stuff are precisely why I don't get close to anyone. It's just troublesome.

It all began in good faith when she texted me to go to the door to meet her. 

She had prepared an extra set of breakfast for our Cook (the aunty who cooks for us at the staff canteen) and she wants me to give the breakfast to our Cook as a gesture. 

I replied- no. and no thanks, that isn't something that I would do, as in, that is totally not my style. 

Then my friend went on and on about how ridiculously stubborn I was, and it was precisely she knows it is not my style, that was why she had prepared the breakfast and ALL I HAVE TO DO is to give the breakfast to the Cook. 

I said she has got to be kidding. (for me, I meant she must be out of her mind to think that I would carry out her plans). Not only do I not appreciate the arrangement, I was offended by the thought that she thinks "it was best for me" because in her own words, she said that she was helping me to BE A MORE RECIPROCAL PERSON given the fact the Cook has treated me better than others, and that all she wants is to give me the chance to reciprocate and BE RESPECTFUL TO AN ELDERLY. God knows how I had to hold back my fingers before I allow myself to shoot back something that I would later regret. First, I was abhorred by the detailed planning down to the door step. Second, I was even more abhorred that my friend was abhorred that I said "no". Third, from all the berating, I was abhorred to learn that that was how she thinks of me.

Her parting shot was -- ok ok forget it. And mine was -- we all care in different ways. 

You see, there is a bunch of people who always use this Cook aunty as their gossip topic. They like to criticize her cooking, they like to play mind games and make her feel insecure in her job. And I have always been the one to tell these people to stop comparing (her with the ex-Cook) and I have always encouraged the Cook by giving compliments when she dished a good dish. To me, that is worth more than a hundred breakfast but I have never weigh it in like that because I am not a breakfast person and the way to my heart is never via the stomach but I don't judge the people who practise buying breakfast for each other and I got offended that just because I am not one who does things like a hundred other people do, I am opened to be judged? Hell no. To top the shit, to be judged by someone whom I thought was a friend?  Gosh, that episode had totally undermined the friendship. Totally.

I have been called "stubborn" in a bad tone, bad way, several times. And you know what?  Stubborn people move the world. *Mic drops here.

Side note: definition of stubborn according to the dictionary: having or showing dogged determination not to change one's attitude or position on something, especially in spite of good reasons to do so.

"Good reasons" according to whom? 
The word "Good" is vague, varied, and debatable.