I remember when I was young when I made a kid cry.
You know how there’s always a certain kid among the neighborhood we all ostracize; well I got into the gang act.
One day he showed me his recent purchase of a pencil. It was long, shiny and evidently new and when I held it, I just snapped it in half for no reason. I just felt like it.
Yes to my horror I found myself looking at a friend who ran off with his broken pencil with tears in his eyes.
Till today I regretted for doing that bad deed. I don’t know what got into me. I don’t usually go around making people’s life a misery. It’s usually the other way round, haha
That moment I believe is a gang mentality of sorts, wanting to be accepted and be part of some group that made me did it.
Whoa a Freud moment there …
But here’s the thing. I think we all have a mean streak in all of us still. It’s just that as we grew older, we’ve more conniving and scheming compared to when we’re kids,
Back then if I don’t like someone, I’ll just tell or show them otherwise.
These days, the person next to you, smiling and conversing might just have other thoughts about you, devising plans and hating your guts out.
I’m might be just loony for saying so, but come on now, who have never been badmouth or backstabbed.
I would like to think the world is a lovely perfect place to live in, but being a part-time pessimist, “People are Just Plain Mean”.
