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Recent events have convinced me that, with one or two very important exceptions, people will always treat me badly. Without these exceptions, I would be homeless or dead, so I am very grateful, believe me.
But everyone wants to be liked. Everyone wants to think that they are seen as valuable. No one wants to be an impoverished outcast.
It seems it does not matter how much I help, how nice I am, what I have contributed, what I might contribute, nothing. People will treat me like shit.
I will try to help people understand things they clearly do not understand, and be as honest and as well meaning as I can be. No doubt this will earn me another kick in the head.
If not for one or two people I would be homeless today. I do not deserve being treated this way.
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