Aug 10, 2008 00:14
I continue to let my anger best me. It is always our worst parts that people perk interest to, all of wanting to see how awful we all are really. In order to judge, there must be a comparison, or else we are just shooting in the dark. We mark the negative, and set our standards from there. Since we have no other way to do so, everything must be relative to everything. Mentally mapping out attributes, we hope to never be too far high or low.
I find myself usually referring to 'we' as if I have any kind of notion of others thoughts or perceptions. This is the only time I align myself with others, possibly in an attempt to reassure myself.
I tend to honor those that let themselves scrape the bottom, and hold to it, express it, and embrace it. It's easier to believe those that adopt this sort of ideal. We see all this wickedness, and doubt those that proclaim higher standards. I don't deny that positive individuals exist, but tend to never relate to them. The fact is, everyone hurts, everyone has bad thoughts. Maybe I'm just jealous.