Personal Hell

Everyone carries their personal hell with them. And each hell is different. Some are bigger, and often spill over more often than others. They are called 'difficult' by their peers. Some like to discuss the aforementioned 'spilling' and the 'spiller' and feel 'righteous'. But isn't that part of their own hell? Some like to stay quite and stay busy till they get so stiff, that nothing can spill over. This illusion and lack of flexibility and humor is their hell. Some like to mask theirs by humor, bravado, emotional and materialistic dependencies. Being popular brings us it's own kind of hell.

The craziest part? We all think everything other than our own hell, is hellish. Because our own is just part of life. While the others should probably do things better.

My hell ain't no bigger, ain't no smaller. No more or less important. And no more or less hurtful than yours. Same for everybody. A little compassion for others' hell would make the world a better place.

Maybe it's just me, but I still feel like kicking people who gossip. Who speak of things behind other people's back. And call it 'bonding', 'venting' or just 'girl-talk' (men do it too).

Gossip, to me, is the motherload of all evil. I'd rather hang out with a 'weirdo' than with a 'righteous'. Gives me a lot less stress. And definitely a better friendship.

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