I am astonished at how rude some people can be.
These types of people just exist, and surely we all know that by now, but it doesn't make their rude actions any less offensive. Heavens know why they feel the need to even be rude, because seriously, why can't we all just be kind to one another and get along? The concept of kindness is actually pretty rad. And for a girl who views herself as someone who is very understanding, I find it difficult to grasp why anyone would want to be rude to certain people, especially when the selected few seem to have done nothing to deserve such treatment.
It's easy to imagine circumstances wherein people probably felt that their victim deserved rude treatment, but who the hell are we to be the judge of that? I'm not saying I have never been rude to anyone, I have been and I most certainly will be again at some random points in my life. It's just that there is usually some sort of logic behind it, even if one's reasoning is as simple (and as childish) as, "I hate your face, so there!", that would still be logical. However, I've come across a certain type of rude that just doesn't make any sense at all. First off, it wasn't always that way between me and this person! Once upon a time we used to talk, and openly so. And even though we didn't talk often, I'd like to believe that there was some form of respect established between us, and respect is always a good thing to have between human beings. Have I changed between then and now? Yes, I have, and it's been in good ways. Have I done anything that may have offended him at any point? I really wouldn't know, but if that were the case then I would love to know what it was so I could sit and think about what I did. And, if my heart should deem it fit, I might even apologize for my actions. Was it something I said? Did I dress inappropriately? Is it my hair? Did I diss something he held dear to his heart? Is it the music I listen to? What? The questions just keep popping up!
Things like this bother me because I am pretty sensitive to vibrations, and I did feel that things weren't going as smooth as they used to. Basically, I am not surprised by it even happening because I actually saw it coming. First I became receptive to a certain look in his eye, a wave of reluctant insincerity. Next, there were actual slips wherein he'd say hurtful things over the phone not knowing that I could hear him, only to be told that he was on speakerphone. And it's not like I expected an apology, so I let pass the fact that I never got one. I'm not one to accept apologies that aren't meant anyway. To me, an apology means that a person knows what they did wrong, and that it wouldn't happen again. So, time passed and I noticed that we were never in the same room at the same time anymore. I wasn't sure if it was deliberate or coincedental, and I didn't try to make such a big deal over it. Just made note of it, and that was that.
If I was not someone's favorite person, that would be just fine with me, and I would not take it against that person. It's not like I expect everyone to like me anyway. Hell, I don't like a lot of people, but I won't go out of my way to let these things be known unless that were the only way to escape an ugly situation.
So, when shit hit the fan I took the opportunity to get to the root of the problem; I made it known that I was well-aware of the tension going on between us, and that I had been meaning to come around to finding out what the reason behind it was. Perhaps the sudden confrontation wasn't something he expected, for I could see him fumbling for words. And the words were ridiculous.
Apparently, I am being blamed for actions other than my own. And for that I get ill-treatment? Bloody ridiculous.
As stated, I view myself as someone very understanding, so I try to look at it from his point of view and see that, no matter how daffy the reasoning is, it's actually quite feasible... Feasible for a very small-minded individual. The thing is, he is not a small-minded individual, and I figured he would know better than to jump to a conclusion like that. And to think that anyone could possibly think of me in that light, someone who has spoken with me on many occassions, someone who should know by now that I am on their side, it just really really bites. Thanks for thinking I could possibly have such a powerful manipulative hold over another person, but I am not one to want anything less than the best for people that I love. To point a finger at me and say that it's my fault that certain things are going wrong and that I'm to blame for another person's shortcomings? A knife through the heart.
Am I to get upset? Because I really am, and it hurts. Should I be glad that things got so bad that it became a hatch to finding out what was causing all this unnecessary behavior? I don't know. Hell, I don't even know what's going to happen next! It's annoying to know that this could have all been stopped dead in its tracks if only things were found out earlier on. Communication is good for things like that, it really is a lovely tool for us humans. And though the exchange can often be tough and tiresome, the results can sometimes be enlightening. Solutions can be found, problems fixed, rough patches made even, obscure points made clear - the possibilities are plenty!
What happens after this is beyond me. |