Most people care more about how something makes them feel than they care about real things. And finally, I am one of those people.
Yay for me.
I recently read some entries written by a girl who seems oblivious to the fact that she makes bad mistakes in choosing men. She seems very proud and vain, and in telling what happened with these men, she makes it sound like she was perfect and they turned out to be swine for no reason. Having been perfect themselves for most of the relationship, they changed overnight and betrayed her in most horrible ways. Again and again.
And now she has a new man, another Mr Wrong. Even though he betrayed her before, now, only a week or two since they caught up (having lost touch for a few years), and after approximately three dates, he too became “perfect”. And he “adores her”. And “worships the ground she walks on”.
Red flags? Alarm bells? Not to her.
In the past, I would have bothered to write her a comment, a kindly worded constructive criticism in the sea of encouragements such as “I am so happy for you, go girl!” etc. But now, I just don’t feel like it. Not because I don’t feel like saying it, but because people are ungrateful. So much so, that the surest way to get someone to be hurtful towards you is to be the one who helps them.
I honestly can’t make up my mind whether all of those who are cheering her on in her delusion are just stupid, or are they enjoying the drama hoping it will unfold into another shipwreck for their entertainment. I guess time will tell.
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