Why are people so mean?
Last week I experienced meanness, so jaw-dropping that I had to take Wednesday off. I’m not going to share was what said or am I going to share who it was. I will share how it made me feel. Betrayed, stressed lack of self-worth, overall just sad. Sad that the words that were said were so unfeeling and so sad. I remember watching one of my shows, and the main character was sitting on a couch speaking to a shrink, and he asked this question “Why are people so mean and angry” As I swam through every emotion known to man I felt myself relating to the character on the screen.
“Why are people so mean?”
This is a question I have asked myself over and over again. Why are people so mean? What does the other person gain from spouting words that are hidden grenades? The optimist in me, always says things like they are stressed or going through something so hard that they deflect on to others. Or they are too wrapped into themselves to not realize that their words are hurtful. I come up with excuses for them an explanation that it’s probably something I did that to make them upset. To make them spout meanness and throw grenades and I then wade through every insecurity that I have.
Meanness is not okay. It is not God ordained, and it is not something just accidentally happens it is deliberate.
When I was younger, meanness would send me into crying, hiding, and avoiding. I would bury myself into comics and fanfictions, wrap my world into happy endings and happy feelings. Today I pray for that person. I pray for God to pour forgiveness into my heart. To take away the bitterness. I rely on those people who are positive and truthful to help me feel better again. I also check in on Jman because we have no secrets in our marriage. And my emotions bleed on to him. If I’m swimming through emotions that he doesn’t know to process, we then end up in a bad place.
I’m an optimist. I look for the good in everything. I believe that God conquers over evil and that the most important commandment is to love thy neighbor. Meanness lives in the world, and it sometimes steals my joy, but just like sun the continues to rise, I will continue to strive to look for the goodness in this world. Kindness, love, forgiveness, and yes, happy endings. I also believe that God sees all and know how many tears I cry. He offers peace and strength during times of trouble. God does not punish for, but he does comfort those who are hurting.
I also believe that space helps to heal. Meanness creates walls, but space allows me to be able to breathe without being stressed. Space allows for healing and quieting my insecurities that flare up when I am the victim. In the space, I cling to what I know is the truth. God Loves me. God created me. He delights in me. He has the best and master plan. God cries when his children cry.
But those who trust in the Lord will find new strength. They will soar high on wings like eagles. They will run and not grow weary. They will walk and not faint.
TTFN and God Bless and Keep You