Many are intentionally cruel. Their aim is to hurt.
I know I have hurt people in the past, but not on purpose.
It was not premeditated hurt.
I am generally oblivious to it because something may have been interpreted the wrong way. Which happens often to me. I just do not seem to word things understandably. At times.
If a person feels slighted or hurt, shouldn't they make the other person aware of it? Without asking? If not, how can it be corrected?
I have been hurt. Felt pain. Emotionally. Physically.
In more ways than one can count.
They've left wounds. Some heal with no sign left that they were ever there. But there are others that are unseen. Internal scars. You can feel them, even if they are invisible.
I have been told it is because I allow myself to be hurt.
I 'ask' for it. No.
Who, in their right mind wants to be hurt in any way, shape or form?
I have probably caused hurt. Unintentionally. Stupidly.
Part of it is because communication between humans is so limited. It is hard to gauge what affect your words or acts might have on any given individual. You can never be that person. You can only guess. I mean you can reflect on your own past experiences to try and understand, but each person is different and no one reacts exactly the same.
My pain or pleasure is mine alone. Just, as is yours.
I can try to share, in words, what it feels like or means to me, but you can never be me, nor I you. In a way it is quite sad. I can never know your sadness. Nor your joy. They are yours alone.
I can never really truly know you.
Or you me.
Funny, sex is sometimes referred to as ‘knowing’ someone.
Like the intimacy of it is an emotional connection rather than just a pleasurable physical act. I mean, it can be, if love is it’s core I guess, but it can also be just sex.
Anyway, I do not like to hurt others at all, even if unintentionally, but if I do I want to know, so I can make amends. Atone for whatever sins I commit, no matter how small or insignificant they may seem.
Life is a continual learning process, the only problem is our time is too short.
Too short to hold grudges.
To short to be unforgiving.