The Things We Do

There are so many people in the world, and I am guilty of being one, who think they do the world good and then hurt people they don't mean to. They grow farther apart and they never come back. Maybe it's because they're hurt or maybe they just don't realize what they're doing. To think of myself as one of these people, who may not take it to the extreme case but is still stuck in the fact that they do this, makes me sick. Seeing a mean comment float in my mind and saying it without giving any thought to how it may make someone feel, no matter how much you don't care for them. The people who annoy you constantly and always come up to you, trying to talk when you don't want to. You are like that to some people too. You annoy them until their world spins and they think they may just explode upon you because everything you do and say just gets you farther on their bad side. The times when you're hypocritical, saying no one cares about you when you, yourself, care about no one. When you say you hate mean people but you are meaner then the people you accuse. We all do some of it, all of it, parts. There is no human on the earth right now free from all that hate and impatience. Not a single one. So next time I'll try my best to think before I say, not trying to make someone laugh but to make all smile. The next time I'll watch what I am doing before calling someone else out right there and then, making myself look just like the total fool that I am. And I won't notice, neither will you. Soon, everyone will just grow closer together and no one will know why. No whimpering children scared to come out of the little corner protecting them, no spiteful words that make people cry themselves to sleep. Except that as a human there will always be something I do that hurts another, and that makes me more sorry than I, myself, will ever know.

Author's Note

Please leave a review and rate this because I really want to know what you think about this piece. Thanks, Dell

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[CecilA]

Now that you are approaching adulthood, you are discovering that some of the people we encounter in life are imperfect and that if we make comments to them about their imperfections they either over react or try to deflect the errors of their ways and start dissecting our lives in an attempt to point out our defects. Most of the time our comments are made in an attempt to help. Sometimes our emotions get the better of us and we say things better left unsaid; we over react. In summery, you are experiencing real life; real people; real emotions and the learning curve of how to deal with those situations. I believe you will do well because you are genuine; the real Phillitup. I'm sixty eight years old and I'm still learning how to deal with people and my reactions to them and our mutual imperfections. My advice is to listen to your heart; it is the best barometer of life when it comes to people to people relationships. Finally, don't beat yourself up; just learn from mistakes and know when to say: "I'm sorry."

Thanks for sharing your experiences and your mature attitude dealing with them. It takes a real man to show his true emotions.