People Are Strange

April 1, 1998

People are almost like a dime a dozen. There are nice ones, not so nice ones, friendly ones, quiet ones, rude ones, mean ones... and it's the same with friends. Some friends, I've found I can really trust. Others, I've found out the hard way, I can't. Don't get me wrong, some people are really great. And I guess everybody has bad days. But sometimes it seems to me that no one is really nice, or polite, or honest anymore. With a few exceptions, of course.

People often times don't think before they speak or write. They say things that may be hurtful, without really understanding that what they say could hurt someone. Sometimes after they say it, they'll stop and think, and realize that might not have been such a great idea, but by then it's too late. You can't take back what's already been said. You can apologize for it, and sometimes that helps, but not always. And it's really sad to think of how society is today, how someone you meet on the street would just as soon shout some obscenity at you as give you a hand if you needed one. People didn't used to be like this. Did they? Maybe it's just that I've never really been around too many of them, so I can't really say. But I see them, now, and they make me think. What's the world coming to?

I'm glad there are people in my life who aren't like that. People who are kind, and caring, understanding and nice. Maybe they're not like this all of the time, but most of the time, they are. And everybody has bad days. That's different, I think, then being like that all of the time. Maybe it's just kids I'm thinking of when I say this, the ones that stand around trying to act tough and impress their friends, and think rudeness and meanness should be a part of it. But it isn't just kids who are like this, other people can be too.

I've known people who are like that, everybody's known someone who's like that. And the ones I still see now and then have only gotten worse. You'd think people would learn, after a while, that they ought to treat others better then they do. But most of them haven't. Some of them may never learn. That's sad, too, because they could really be such great people, if they didn't spend so much time behaving so badly.

I have days I wish I could surround myself with only the nice people in life, and none of the mean ones. I know, that's impossible and unrealistic, but it'd be nice for a wile. Maybe I'd get tired of everyone being so nice all the time, but I don't think so. Who can say, though? The odds of that happening are pretty slim. I wonder what a world like that would be like, a place populated only by nice, calm, rational people. I suppose it'd get boring after a wile, if everyone were the same. But that's not what I mean. I'd just like to see people be nice again.

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