hamvil
Wizard
- Aug 29, 2022
- 652
Today, as I sat at my desk at work, I felt the weight of yet another disappointment settle over me like a dark cloud. It was a feeling I had become all too familiar with in my life, and as I sat there, I couldn't help but reflect on the painful truth that had plagued me for so long.
It seemed that throughout my life, I had never been lucky enough to find an honest person. Most of the people I had encountered had either deceived or manipulated me in some way. Whether it was my colleagues, friends, or even family members, it felt as though everyone had an ulterior motive, a hidden agenda that they were too afraid to reveal.
Growing up, my father had been the most manipulative person I had ever met. He had never been honest with me, and his behavior had a profound impact on the way I viewed the world. He taught me to never trust anyone except for him, and as a result, I became isolated and distrustful of others.
As I got older, I began to realize that the few women I had met in my life had also turned out to be liars and manipulators. They had only used me until I became useless to them, and then they left without a second thought.
At work, it was no different. My colleagues and superiors made promises that they never kept, and they never showed any gratitude for the hard work I had put in. It was as though I was invisible, a mere pawn in their game of office politics.
I was exhausted from it all, worn down by the constant disappointment and betrayal. I couldn't help but wonder if there was anyone out there who would ever treat me with kindness and respect.
It was then that I remembered the words of Jordan Peterson, the therapist who had said that the world was a brutal place, and that we needed to become monsters to control it. But the thought of becoming a monster filled me with dread. I didn't want to become like those who had hurt me in the past.
Instead, I longed for a world where honesty and kindness were the norm, where people didn't feel the need to manipulate or deceive others for their own gain. But as I looked around me, I realized that this world was nothing but a pipe dream, a fantasy that would never come true.
And so, I resigned myself to the fact that I would always be alone, forever searching for something that would never come. It was a sad realization, but it was one that I had grown accustomed to over the years.
It seemed that throughout my life, I had never been lucky enough to find an honest person. Most of the people I had encountered had either deceived or manipulated me in some way. Whether it was my colleagues, friends, or even family members, it felt as though everyone had an ulterior motive, a hidden agenda that they were too afraid to reveal.
Growing up, my father had been the most manipulative person I had ever met. He had never been honest with me, and his behavior had a profound impact on the way I viewed the world. He taught me to never trust anyone except for him, and as a result, I became isolated and distrustful of others.
As I got older, I began to realize that the few women I had met in my life had also turned out to be liars and manipulators. They had only used me until I became useless to them, and then they left without a second thought.
At work, it was no different. My colleagues and superiors made promises that they never kept, and they never showed any gratitude for the hard work I had put in. It was as though I was invisible, a mere pawn in their game of office politics.
I was exhausted from it all, worn down by the constant disappointment and betrayal. I couldn't help but wonder if there was anyone out there who would ever treat me with kindness and respect.
It was then that I remembered the words of Jordan Peterson, the therapist who had said that the world was a brutal place, and that we needed to become monsters to control it. But the thought of becoming a monster filled me with dread. I didn't want to become like those who had hurt me in the past.
Instead, I longed for a world where honesty and kindness were the norm, where people didn't feel the need to manipulate or deceive others for their own gain. But as I looked around me, I realized that this world was nothing but a pipe dream, a fantasy that would never come true.
And so, I resigned myself to the fact that I would always be alone, forever searching for something that would never come. It was a sad realization, but it was one that I had grown accustomed to over the years.
