I wish I could understand mean people. Why do they feel joy when causing others pain? Do they actually get a thrill from trying to hurt people? Do they receive some sort of warped satisfaction knowing that someone else feels bad??? I just don't get it. I'm not going to name names, but there's one person in particular who seems to enjoy disrespecting me and slandering my good name. I've been nothing but pleasant to this person, which makes me all the more confused. In the past, I would let people's mean, malicious, disparaging comments bring me down. Now, I just feel sorry for them. When people put me down and try to hurt me, I actually feel happy. Happy because I'm not like that. Happy because I can take pride in the fact that I don't stoop to cold-hearted, immature levels simply to make myself feel better. I thank God that he has blessed me with a kind heart, and all I can do is pray for everyone else and hope that they can discover peace and love for themselves and for others.
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Everytime I'm an asshole or am mean to someone it usually has nothing to do with that person...usually it's something else going on with me and my life. I think it's good that you don't take this wanker seriously or to heart.
Kill 'em with kindess is the best (but hardest) way to fight back.
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