[pricees]

I remember when I re-met, online, a kid from my high school that I had picked on and bullied. Years later, we were grown up, matured, but I nevertheless felt bad for the way I treated him. Why did I treat him this way? Well, I can't answer that exactly. However, I do know that my first impressions of him were force-fed to me by my peers. I never even got to know the kid I bullied. I just did it to feel part of the crowd, among other reasons that I work through with therapy.

Now, I take the different approach. My wife can have enemies. My friends can have enemies. But I stay out of gossip (which gossipers hate) and off social media. I can listen to my wife vent, I don't have the luxury of hating people or cutting people out of my life for trivial reasons.

I thought this article was meant to be a sarcastic take on the emotional toxicity pervading most of society today. It reads like the diary of a codependent sociopath, which makes for entertaining television, but a miserable life.

[quesera]

Thank you for growing up.

Not everyone does.