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************************************************************************* ‘It is futile to judge a kind deed by its motives. Kindness can become its own motive. We are made kind by being kind.’
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I was always amazed by the overwhelming amount of kindness shown by some people. Perhaps it was fact that I was so inconsiderate that made even the slightest bit of thoughtfulness into a miracle, but some people seemed so kind. Like the people who were nice to me, especially when they knew that I cut myself and wasted everyone’s time for no good reason. A lot of people in A&E were kind and sympathetic towards me while they had to stick my skin, which I had purposefully cut, back together. A lot of people were prepared to listen to my boring waffle when they didn’t have to. They would pretend to like me even though I could tell that they didn’t just by listening to what they said and how they said it. Still, they would treat me the same way that I imagine they would if they did like me, pretending to be glad to see me. It touched me so much that some of the people treating me would be so nice to me, trying to understand me and get into my brain. It is surprising how long my friends managed to put up with me, considering how out of control I seemed. Besides, I never really spoke to them, I was stuck in my own little world. My boyfriend once broke up with me because he could never get an emotional response from me and he hated it. He should have split up with me months before he did and yet, when we got back together a few months later he apologised for doing such a horrible thing to me. |
