Quiet Rant

I don’t know what you’re thinking. I don’t know why you’re thinking whatever it is you’re thinking. I don’t know why you say what you say. I don’t know why you say whatever it is you say to whoever it is you say it to. Everything and anything you say is simply insult to injury. What kind of person are you? Is it because your childhood was so lacking in parental compassion? Is it because you were born into an unloving family? Whatever it is, you of all people should have known better how to treat people. Instead, look what you do: throw all and any hope away, snatch any inkling of passion and pound it with a hammer of scepticism. Whatever grief or pain that exists is amplified with your voice. There is no life in your “life”. No passion, no interest, no existence of ecstasy.

Computers and machines are your only method of conversation and also your only conversing partner. You have become one of them. You teach us of addiction and yet you are the victim of it. What lesson lies in that? You say true happiness comes from Enlightenment of some sort, not from physical or social pleasures. You say that people should be honest. Well you certainly got that across. You don’t understand the age we live in right now, socially or mentally. Should there be a situation in the family, you’d be the last to resolve it but the first to rub salt into the wound. Do you ever think why the amounts of students dwindle in your classes? Do you ever wonder why all your students leave? Do you ever wonder why all your students can’t wait to leave your classes? Of course it’s their problem. Perhaps the only issue regarding yourself is that you hadn’t yelled quite loud enough.

You’re the boss that all the employees fantasise about murdering. You’re the boss with a heap of kiss-asses who actually hate you but you can’t see that can you? You see what you want, hear what you want and say what you want. It never ends well. Never.

Next time you decide to say something, consider what you’re about to say. Walk a mile in their shoes. How would they feel? The only reason why I’m saying how they would feel instead of how you would feel is because you don’t have the emotional capability to feel. I’m quite disheartened of the fact. 

I'm disappointed.