I grew up watching soap opera on TV. Among those I watched regularly were Flordeluna starring the young Janice de Belen and Mara Clara starring the young Judy Ann Santos. From those shows, I got acquainted with mean people.
When I got a little older, I personally encountered real and actual mean people. Most of them were liars who lie for various reasons. Mostly lied to get what they wanted, some lied to save their skin and a few who lied because they couldn’t help it.
Then I came across people who say bad things about those they don’t like. Me, for instance. But when I got older still, I met people who deliberately did things that would hurt other people or other people’s interests.
What do these people have in common? They are mean..
Then recently, I had a chance to meet people who, sadly, hated me because I am what I am, and what I am, they’ll never be. They made my life difficult. They held back information which could have helped me. They fed me wrong data. They watched while I labored to keep things together until everything went from exceedingly difficult to simply unbearable. All because they hated my guts.
But despite everything, I couldn’t bring myself to hate these people. Maybe because I don’t want to stoop down to their level, maybe because I’m too broken to care, or maybe because I feel sorry for them.
Then, why did I write about them?
Probably to express what I’ve been feeling all these months ago. Or maybe to remind others that this kind of people exists and it doesn’t matter how good you are to them. They are what they are and there’s nothing you can do to change them, so be vigilant..
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