I quite dislike people sometimes. It’s amazing how one thing can quite ruin an experience.
However, on the flip side, then there’s people who are willing to help you when you are struggling. And there is something of unsung heroes in the gestures that really show that when someone is hurting, there are still people who will extend their hand in friendship.
Trying to get over the urge to go talk to or yell or just get it through their brain that they aren’t as important as they think they are and that they handled that very immaturely. But they are young and nothing would be gained from it. They aren’t going to change their mind. I’m guessing there has been a lot of things, and maybe he was just the straw that broke the camel’s back. I’m trying to give them the benefit of the doubt, even when I really just want to tell them what they did. I’m kinda sick of this kind of assumption that they seem to laboring under. But going over there and saying something wouldn’t create the change I’m looking for. I don’t know what will though. Because it isn’t just them though, it’s the lot of us in general. I hate that I would be considered part of this group. The way they are acting puts a bad name out there for all of us.
So all I can do is appreciate those who don’t act this way. For now. I’ll figure something out someday. And in the meantime, I will receive help gracefully and pay it forward when I can.