//February 26, 2010//
For people recognizing my writing, I often write about the word ‘hate’. It is anger. It is crime. I know. As far as I can remember, I’m not the kind of people who hates people so much. But as far as I can remember I’m tired being the golden child.
I am a judgmental person. I judge people. A lot.
Many times, I tried to change the way of my thoughts. And many times, I failed. Because in real life, everybody is judging other people. People you cross on the street, your own best friends, your swear enemy. We judge those people the way we thought about them. Wheatear is good or bad, it’s still judgment.
People hate to be judge. “Because you don’t know the truth”, they say. But they also do it on their own. And don’t think that you’re gold because you hate to be judge. Look around, think it again. It is other people who’s judging you, or you’re the one’s judging other people?
PS: The only reason I hate people and start to judge them is maybe because they are complaining. Complaint is loser’s business. Complaining is my worst sworn enemy! And yes, once again, this is the only reason why I hate people. I hate people whose complaint too much without realizing the gift they’re already had. Think it again, spoiled little bastard!