*tsks*
It's sad really, how immature and naively cruel some people can be. I like to expect better from my peers, but I suppose it's a little too much to expect him to understand. I have very little respect for people who insult another person's appearance, and until they grow out of that disgusting habit, I refuse to listen to the proof of their own insecurity clawing its way to the surface. It's pitiful, and I'm glad I'm seeing it now instead of later.
Everyone's beautiful in their own way, and in my opinion, people who can't see that or focus on the bad aspects of a person's visage are horrible people. Yes, it's human nature to judge, but if one purposely insults another in the presence of others, I think that's inexcusable. I think than insulting another person is just a method of letting their own self-loathing and poor self-esteem out, because they have no constructive means of getting rid of it. Either that, or they don't have the personal STRENGTH and MORAL FIBER to learn and grow into better people.
Those who constantly whine about the crappy things that happen in their lives and begrudge others for the gifts they were given are lowly, pitiful (sons of) bitches. A girl I knew and went to school with for seven years (she followed me around and I couldn't stand her) was of this disposition, and I met her a few weeks ago to find that she's STILL like that. Some people never grow out of this horrible habit, but I HOPE for the sake of your fucking SOUL and GOOD KARMA that you do.
I had bad self-esteem. In fact, I think I still do. But I know that deep down, I am a FANTASTIC person and I am damn well worth half the tea in China. Sure, confidence will always be a problem for most people, but at least I have enough to keep me going, enough to keep me looking forward to my future.
My greatest inspiration was actually a boy in sixth grade, who said something incredibly memorable to me that I still hold close to my heart. I'm not going to say what it was, probably because my selfish desires to be the only one to benefit from his words are showing through, but I'll say that it did affect me in numerous ways, all of them good. I don't know if it was the wisdom of a particularly observant young man or just a fluke, but I do know that I'll always remember those words.
So what's the moral of the story? DON'T HURT OR INSULT OTHERS JUST BECAUSE YOU HAVE A SHITTY LIFE. Stiffen that upper lip, remain open to the wisdom and experiences of life, and for god's sakes,
GROW THE FUCK UP.
the end.
Everyone's beautiful in their own way, and in my opinion, people who can't see that or focus on the bad aspects of a person's visage are horrible people. Yes, it's human nature to judge, but if one purposely insults another in the presence of others, I think that's inexcusable. I think than insulting another person is just a method of letting their own self-loathing and poor self-esteem out, because they have no constructive means of getting rid of it. Either that, or they don't have the personal STRENGTH and MORAL FIBER to learn and grow into better people.
Those who constantly whine about the crappy things that happen in their lives and begrudge others for the gifts they were given are lowly, pitiful (sons of) bitches. A girl I knew and went to school with for seven years (she followed me around and I couldn't stand her) was of this disposition, and I met her a few weeks ago to find that she's STILL like that. Some people never grow out of this horrible habit, but I HOPE for the sake of your fucking SOUL and GOOD KARMA that you do.
I had bad self-esteem. In fact, I think I still do. But I know that deep down, I am a FANTASTIC person and I am damn well worth half the tea in China. Sure, confidence will always be a problem for most people, but at least I have enough to keep me going, enough to keep me looking forward to my future.
My greatest inspiration was actually a boy in sixth grade, who said something incredibly memorable to me that I still hold close to my heart. I'm not going to say what it was, probably because my selfish desires to be the only one to benefit from his words are showing through, but I'll say that it did affect me in numerous ways, all of them good. I don't know if it was the wisdom of a particularly observant young man or just a fluke, but I do know that I'll always remember those words.
So what's the moral of the story? DON'T HURT OR INSULT OTHERS JUST BECAUSE YOU HAVE A SHITTY LIFE. Stiffen that upper lip, remain open to the wisdom and experiences of life, and for god's sakes,
GROW THE FUCK UP.
the end.