The last few months, I’ve read and watched more political news about Donald Trump than I could stomach. As a result, shortcut rambling and biased vernacular on Twitter now linger in my own vocabulary when I try to write.
While it is true that you cannot bring about transformation by using blank expressions or hyped-up buzzwords that portray unfairness, ignorance and baseless conjecture, there is a limit to what is morally and personally allowed. It’s fair to say, so, that I have never been so amazed and shocked by any politician in such a short time frame. More annoyingly, because I love psychology so much, I keep going back because I want to know more about Trump’s state of mind.
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To write is to have a third eye on the world. You watch the world spin day after day, and in your mind, you write social commentary to give it a place in your life. Quite often, though, after reading your perceptions a few weeks later, you realise that what you witnessed has completely lost its meaning.
Like this, I have seen the best and the worst of what mankind had to offer the past six months.
There are people in today’s society who have the purest and most thoughtful minds you can wish for. They add serenity and integrity to your life, and they always bring out the best in you.
On the other hand, there are toxic people who have never learned what altruism and dignity is, and who lack insight into what makes people – including themselves – tick. They go on the attack without working out a game plan first and have a habit of calling you “oversensitive” or “you are just misinterpreting me” when you try to verbally counter their attack. Continue reading “Hell is other people”