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Is it really so that the older you get the bigger your disappointments are? Is it that we’re being prepped for the Next Big Disappointment, until the ultimate one — “Now that you’ve accomplished all this, back to the Earth you go.”?
My mother has always taught me to be considerate. Each time I try to be so considerate, I end up hating the outcome because after all that I get trampled on. The truth is, people are essentially just out for themselves.
So. No more Ms. Nice Girl. I’ll do as I please and if something goes wrong, it’s not because of everybody’s collaborative inconsiderate effort. Only mine. And that, I can live with.
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a bit on the dark side, little one. i like this side of you. welcome to my catastrophe.
sometimes I feel like you too. We try being considerate yet others seem happy to trample on our head. But sometimes it pays to be one…