Deep down I suppose I want to think that people essentially mean well.
Sometimes people do bad things, and I don’t really have a problem with that. Everyone makes mistakes, and sometimes people offend each other unwittingly, and sometimes people then take this to heart too much, and both are minor evils in their way. I suppose I like to think that most offending behaviour can be considered in these terms, with no real “malice aforethought” if you will.
Then, sometimes, I am reminded that some people are just plain nasty. They delight in using their words to hurt other people, and have a soul so crippled that they are incapable of avoiding an opportunity to cause pain to others when it presents itself, even if it brings them no benefit.
To the reader, even at their most discerning, there is nothing new here that they will not know already I am sure, other that a few cheap truisms that may serve to remind them of unpleasant characters they know. In general, ranting without explanation is not a function I particularly approve of in a blog* so I apologise for trespassing on your time.
If I was fond of melodrama I would say that you should console yourself with the thought that this catharsis may save me some bruised knuckles and someone else a fat lip, but as well as sending a slightly mixed ethical message it is essentially inaccurate as I am not a violent person. It may however stop me calling someone an ill-mannered peasant, which I think we can all be glad about.
In other news, I read “Pride and Prejudice” finally, and was pleased to find it as charming as people had always told me it was. Work is also going well. And I have just had some delicious toast. You?
* or a tulip… remember that one?