||[Aug. 18th, 2005|08:12 pm]
Well, I just received the first truly vicious response ever on this journal (see comments, entry before last). I wonder at the petty nastiness of the person who sent it, and wonder who beat him or her and locked him/her in a closet as a child. I wonder if being spiteful somehow makes him/her feel larger, in his/her small little world. I very much hope that he or she doesn't intend to be a vet, as vets require compassion and empathy. (He or she would do better as a doctor in human medicine, where bedside manner seems to be a skill long lost.) He/she probably beats his/her pets, too, and will someday end up in a lawsuit, like the one on the film we watched in our Practice Management & Jurisprudence course.
I have always gone out of my way to avoid making enemies, and have always tried to be kind and sympathetic to everyone. On a one-on-one basis, I genuinely like most people -- everyone has his/her redeeming features. Perhaps it was someone who envied what I was able to accomplish, or what he/she perceived I had, not knowing or caring what I had to sacrifice for it.
Mean little people. I wish there were retroactive birth control to remove them from our overcrowded planet. Everyone is better off without them, and the world is a happier place.
Whoever you are, I hope you understand, once you make your first big mistake, at the bitter edge of exhaustion, or in a haze of pain, as in my case. And I hope that when you seek comfort from your friends, you are laughed at, or stared at with horror.