Laststop
Experienced
- Jul 9, 2019
- 243
When I was young I was working a job that had a slight amount of authority. But, only in a limited way, and others at the place I worked quickly figured out I, and my co-workers, could largely be ignored. There was one violation I was suppose to keep from happening that many of them did, and got away with. One day this employee I'd never seen did it, and I got petty, and let her have it. I told her about all the trouble I could get her in, and she just got this twisted pained face, started crying, and begged me in a gut wrenching pitiful way to forgive her, as she was a single mother, and this job was the first sign of hope she had for her and her children in a long time. She begged me not to take what little she had after things had been so bad for so long. I feel sick even remembering it. I've told it to people over the years, and always get the same smirky reaction that she was just playing me. But if you had been there, you could have seen she wasn't. I hurt a person who had suffered, and it'll always been one of my greatest regrets. I bring it up because I've been thinking back on all the hurtful things people have said and done to me. From family, peers, co-workers, even complete strangers. I don't know how it never seems to dawn on them what they are inflicting? The accumulation of which has caused many people to CTB. And what drives me even more nuts is that the population at large hides behind a facade of good nature. Like the default in society is to be polite, and not harmful. But all too often I've seen people act like mean children tormenting a small creature to anyone they feel they can.
