Generally I don't like to judge people, and most of the time I don't. Yet I am not blind to my surroundings. There are some bad people in the world, just as there are some good people in the world. The thing about judging or forming an impression (sometimes they are the same thing, if you ask me) is that it may not really be accurate, as you may only see one side of a person and come to the conclusion that he or she is bad or good. And then again, some good people can drive me crazy sometimes too, and then we have to agree to disagree, but I don't consider them bad just because they have a different opinion or they behave in a certain way that I wouldn't.
But I don't want to go into details. I know some not so nice people, and because they are not so nice I keep my distance so I don't know them well enough to say for sure whether they are bad or evil. But they are not nice, that I can comfortably say with a clear conscience. And yet, these not so nice people are happily married, or in relationships. And then I have to ask myself, what is it that is so wrong with me that I cannot seem to find love?
And the answer is, there is nothing wrong with me. Maybe I am unlucky in love, maybe there is no right man for me, maybe a million reasons or no reasons at all, but there is nothing wrong with me. And I have to have a singularly strong mind to genuinely believe that there is nothing wrong with me, and yet I am alone. Unfortunately I haven't reached that stage yet, so I do think that there must be something wrong with me. There must be.
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