I try really hard to give everyone the benefit of the doubt. Everyone except close relatives. Genetically speaking they are all screwed. I should mention that I include myself in that.
Truthfully, I don’t want to live in a world where people are not inherently good. That is just too depressing. Good people do bad things. They have bad days.
Every so often, though, I run across that one person who works so very hard to prove me wrong that it rattles my foundation. Come on, people! Give me something to work with. Is there even just one shred of decency in you that I can start from? I dare you to show it to me!
For crying out loud…
Do you hope that I will carry that wound around forever, bleeding just a little bit every day until I die from it? Well I won’t. I choose to leave it right here to rot on this page.