BE FUCKING KIND TO EACH OTHER. For some God endowed reason, this has always been second nature to me, the simple practice of kindness to all. It just makes sense. It makes the world go around. It’s been a large source of my ability to cope with my surroundings, and probably an equal, if not greater source of my complete inability to face reality.
I cannot take human brutality. Don’t get me wrong, I experience anger and rage and have emotional outbursts plenty, probably even more than what is considered healthy. I used to fight with my brothers and say mean things to them. I’ve criticized girls appearances publicly on social media. I’m not trying to say I’m some sort of superb being here.
Of course being truly kind can only be authentic. Being kind hearted comes from just that, the heart. Most people can read insincerity pretty simply, whether they care or not is their own preference.
Kindness can be taught. It is a learned behavior. My daughter who is 15 months old has an extensive vocabulary and you better believe the first word she learned was “thank you” or in her words “dee dee”. She shares and loves unconditionally, because that’s what I teach her.
I hate mean people. Does that make me just as wrong? The hatred I have for meanness burns a hole in my stomach. No, you’re not better than anyone because you’re a stuck up rude bitch that goes around hurting people and making them confused as to why you would cause them pain when they did nothing to you. Your just evil. You’re just evil and your just counterproductive and screaming for attention and obviously in pain and most of all fucking embarrassing yourself. But I’m not even talking about that. I’m talking about the downright bullying, the power tripping, the control freaks that we’ve all been subjected to. Like, why? Just why? Why don’t you see how primitive and unjust that is? Why don’t you get that if you address what is fucked up inside of you, you can stop fucking up other people’s insides? Did you really feel better about yourself after taking advantage of me? After emotionally abusing me because you knew I wouldn’t go against my beliefs to stoop as low as you? Seriously. I don’t get it. I will never let my tender heart turn callous because of you. I will forgive you again and again and again. I will be happier in the end. Doing things for others makes us feel happy. We get a sense of fulfillment and reward when we are authentic and genuine and kind with others. This includes close relationships as well as the cashier at the grocery store. People shouldn’t have to go around so guarded because cruelty is such a commonplace thing. I’ve been told that inner strength through knowing who I am will make me not so susceptible to being hurt by others words. Well you know what? If I see a kid take away another kids toy at the playground, that shit hurts me just the same. Seeing others in pain is painful. So that’s why I’m writing this. I need to get it off my chest. I could start a movement with the feelings I have regarding this topic. The unfortunate part is, the people who need to hear this probably aren’t on here reading random articles about the importance of kindness, but hey ya never fucking know.
People think that just because I’m kind, I’m like this ideal feminine figure or some shit. Like, no. I’m a drug addict in recovery. I smoke cigarettes. I don’t get along with men. I never finished college and don’t have a career. But I am sure that anyone who has ever known me will tell you that I am a good person. It doesn’t take much to be kind. This world isn’t really cut out for us kind, I guess. But I don’t give a shit, I will probably rant about this until the day it changes or I die, whatever comes first.