by SmileXx on Tue Feb 28, 2012 7:30 pm
My mother says I've grown rather confrontational over the years.
I was once a very happy, pleasant, agreeable little girl that was very social and had a bright future.
I'm now something of a cynical, conniving kind of young woman, still with a bright future, but a questionable present, I guess.
It's not that I'm more or less happy. I've been very happy, especially since I met my boyfriend back in October, I'm just... cynical, I guess.
It doesn't matter whether the glass is half full or half empty... what matters is what's in the glass. Half a glass of poison is still poison, isn't it?
I dunno. We were discussing the recent school shooting in... Ohio, I think.
I intentionally don't watch the news, because it's depressing and I would rather live in my little bliss bubble of ignorance about how awful the world is, so I was unaware the event even happened.
My mother, and her friend at work, cannot wrap their minds around what would make someone kill another person. "People don't kill people because they're bullied." Uhm... apparently they do. I mean, if you make someone's life miserable enough and degrade them enough... they might snap.
I've had thoughts about it... hurting people... more... but it's a thought I can rationalize my way out of. I exact my revenge in different ways, instead. I'd rather ruin someone's life than take it away from them...
Trying to explain to my mother, who I haven't been truly open with in many year, that I understand the breaking point and that if people were less sh!t to each other it probably wouldn't happen... well... it was awkward to say the least.
In the end, she says I've grown rather confrontational and we went back to work...
I'm glad she doesn't understand, because it means she's less jaded than I am... but it's awful frustrating trying to talk to her sometimes... she may as well live on the moon.
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