Why do people find thrill, entertainment value, and glee in other people’s hardships and suffering? Nothing draws a crowd like a car wreck, and nothing sets jaws flapping like a tasty, gruesome news story for people to bond to over the water cooler, to gossip viciously as they escape their apparently meaningless lives in order to chew on someone else’s.
Why do people allow inexcusable things to happen right in front of them, their lips cemented shut and their limbs apparently impotent? So many times I have been the only one willing to admit I hear, see, or know something, and the only one willing to step forward and take action. How has cowardice become so rampant as to be the standard? After I’ve done what everyone else should have, I am told, “You are so strong! You are so brave!” No. I am simply not afraid to do what’s right. That’s basic humanity. It’s a shame so many are so lacking.
Why do people lie instead of take responsibility for what they have done? Okay, I can answer that one myself. Because they’re miserable, spineless cowards who want to duck responsibility and don’t care a shred for anything or anyone but their pathetic, morally rotting selves. Maybe the better question is, why the hell does anyone let them get away with it, or even assist in their games?
Why does it seem violently impossible for most people to sincerely consider what life is like for someone else, to acknowledge that other people have feelings separate from theirs, minds that process information differently, hearts that want something more, something else…and is no less valid because it’s different from theirs?
Why is beating someone down so much more a priority than helping someone up?
Why are so many people so focused on insulting, criticizing, and spitting on someone else, to the absolute neglect of introspection and self-improvement?
How can there be so much enjoyment in hate and spite, and so much pride in being the cause of anyone else’s pain? How can the blood-stained smile drip off their faces and not reveal the ugly, rotting sores of their perverse decay? How can they still deny their own stench?
Most agonizing…why the hell do I still care about people and still fiercely want to make the world a better place when everywhere I turn, people are self-destructing on their volition and are quite snidely pleased with being the rotten shits they are?
I admit to my faults, yet I try to be a good person and take care of those around me. That is my hope. I still care, so someone else must too.