Mistakes Everybody Make
I hate conflicts, I really do. Especially when they have nothing to do with me and yet people come to me and expect *snap fingers* solutions (or least, me to do something about it). O cursed spite, that I was born to set things right.
I guess conflicts within a group are inevitable; group dynamics and all that jazz. But still, things are being blown out of proportion, and they’ve only just begun.
If I react (with the intention of helping duh), the situation will get worse, I know it. The mind works in strange ways, and people often think the worst of others when they are, in fact, blind to their own faults. On the other hand, if I be passive and not do anything, it is as if I’m just sitting and watching a man get beaten up by gangsters simply because he - I don’t know - spat on the ground? There is no good way about it. There is no appropriate path to walk on. This sense of helplessness, I dislike it.
I supposed I could always say “??????????.” because ????????????.
But someone close to me is caught near in the eye of this storm, and I feel that this misunderstood person doesn’t deserve all those accusations, and the crap that is yet to come. And I’m not biased, I’m on neutral ground, really.
How good it would be if everyone just mind their own business and not be so antagonistic.
- the harsh critic , the sentimental lover
s t a r m | s t June 29th, 2005
