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I fucking hate hypocrites. I hate those bastards who run off at the mouth behind other peoples' backs, but don't have the spine to say it to their faces.
I mean, I know everyone does it on a moderate level from time to time. I'll be the first to admit that I'm guilty of it (because, let's be honest... I'm basically doing it right now, even if I am being vague and cryptic about it). I think it's part of human nature to need to vent about the people in our lives, for whatever reason, and when it comes to that, you don't necessarily want to hurt the person in question. You just need to get it out, and to have someone hear it, because maybe... maybe they'll be able to understand and sympathize.
That's not what I'm talking about here. I'm talking about those who take it to such extremes as to baffle me beyond all comprehension. Those are the ones I loathe, and yet, I pity them, too. I hate that their lives are so empty and meaningless that they have to steal and shred snatches of someone else's dignity or happiness just to somehow justify their own (apparently pathetic) existence.
I really do. I hate it for them, and for those they tear down, because it's so senselss. Neither of them deserve it.
When did people stop thinking about other people? When did I stop thinking about other people? What good could possibly come from bashing someone without any sort of intervention or guidance or example to offer to them in order to set them straight? When did it become okay to hurt someone's feelings--for any reason, let alone no reason at all?
I swear, I don't know if it's because I'm about to get socialized after six years of being a virtual recluse, or if I'm just waking up from a long, selfish nap. But that's how I feel lately. I feel like I'm waking up, bit by bit, to all of these...really bad things. Things I see in others as well as in myself.
I used to be a good person. Really, I did. I respected others, I did as I was told, I understood the value of a good deed, I lacked the capacity for bluntness and cruelty, I had compassion, I knew how to empathize, and I gave even when I essentially had nothing.
I don't know what happened to that person. I don't think I understand myself anymore. Maybe that's why I don't understand other people and why they are the way they are. Because I don't understand why I've become the way I am, nor why I seem unable to be the person I want to be... or used to want to be... or probably should be.
I don't even think I'm really me. Or maybe I am. Maybe I really am this selfish, cynical, hateful person, and the person I used to be was really just a collection of different parts of other people--people I perceived as good or interesting, and therefore, worthy of my mimicry.
I know nothing. ._.
I mean, I know everyone does it on a moderate level from time to time. I'll be the first to admit that I'm guilty of it (because, let's be honest... I'm basically doing it right now, even if I am being vague and cryptic about it). I think it's part of human nature to need to vent about the people in our lives, for whatever reason, and when it comes to that, you don't necessarily want to hurt the person in question. You just need to get it out, and to have someone hear it, because maybe... maybe they'll be able to understand and sympathize.
That's not what I'm talking about here. I'm talking about those who take it to such extremes as to baffle me beyond all comprehension. Those are the ones I loathe, and yet, I pity them, too. I hate that their lives are so empty and meaningless that they have to steal and shred snatches of someone else's dignity or happiness just to somehow justify their own (apparently pathetic) existence.
I really do. I hate it for them, and for those they tear down, because it's so senselss. Neither of them deserve it.
When did people stop thinking about other people? When did I stop thinking about other people? What good could possibly come from bashing someone without any sort of intervention or guidance or example to offer to them in order to set them straight? When did it become okay to hurt someone's feelings--for any reason, let alone no reason at all?
I swear, I don't know if it's because I'm about to get socialized after six years of being a virtual recluse, or if I'm just waking up from a long, selfish nap. But that's how I feel lately. I feel like I'm waking up, bit by bit, to all of these...really bad things. Things I see in others as well as in myself.
I used to be a good person. Really, I did. I respected others, I did as I was told, I understood the value of a good deed, I lacked the capacity for bluntness and cruelty, I had compassion, I knew how to empathize, and I gave even when I essentially had nothing.
I don't know what happened to that person. I don't think I understand myself anymore. Maybe that's why I don't understand other people and why they are the way they are. Because I don't understand why I've become the way I am, nor why I seem unable to be the person I want to be... or used to want to be... or probably should be.
I don't even think I'm really me. Or maybe I am. Maybe I really am this selfish, cynical, hateful person, and the person I used to be was really just a collection of different parts of other people--people I perceived as good or interesting, and therefore, worthy of my mimicry.
I know nothing. ._.