Hurt people hurt people – My theory as to why people are assholes

I went for a walk this morning with mates. We went bush and it took all my concentration not to tumble down the rocky paths. Once we reached the bottom of the path we were rewarded with this glorious view. Isn’t it staggering that this can be found ten kilometres from the middle of the city? But then to return we had to do the stairs of DEATH AND DOOM AND HOLY FUCK IS MY HEART ACTUALLY GOING TO EXPLODE FROM MY CHEST CAVITY?

Once I reached the top I collapsed and waited for my heart rate to return back to earth and wait for those goddam endorphins to kick in. WHERE ARE YOU YOU FICTIONAL CHARACTER?

And boom. There they were.

I pushed through the pain and was rewarded with an enormous sense of achievement. Having said that, now as I sit here typing, my thigh muscles are in spasm and I am thinking about ordering me one of these.

I got a fairly unpleasant email the other day which is never very nice to read. It was from a fella who thought it was beneficial to me to let me know what a crappy writer I am. I flicked it into the trash file then emptied the trash file  I know that writing is like art and is subjective. What might be heaven to some is hell to others. I totally get it and I am totally ok with that.

And remembered something that someone had written in a comment recently.

Hurt people hurt people.

What a fucking game changer that was to read. Hurt people hurt people. And once those four words sink into your brain you will be able to see it EVERYWHERE and it will totally flip your thoughts when you encounter a real dickhead. Road ragers are hurting. People who barge past you, in total pain. You hear through the grapevine that someone is throwing shade at you, tilt your head with sympathy. Get a nasty comment on your blog? Send out a cyber hug.

Now, I am not a saint by any stretch of the imagination. I don’t confess to love and adore every person who crosses my path, no one is like that. I have this theory. Its the DOG THEORY and I learnt it at the dog park. There were dozens of dogs all running around, sniffing each other’s asses and romping around with joy and general frivolity. But then all of a sudden a fight will broke out.

People are the same. Put a big group together and there will always be some friction somewhere.

Years and years ago, I was living in London when a long time friend, who was living with me, made friends with this other girl and in my stupidity (I am going to blame my youth) I confessed to my mate that I wasn’t really a fan of her new mate.

“That’s ok…” She said without a pause “She doesn’t like you either.”

Um. Ok then. We were the two dogs in the park that were destined not to get on. But I was hurting because I was jealous of their new friendship, so I tried to hurt her and ended up getting a hell of a lot of egg on my face but I learnt an important lesson.

So if someone is hurting you right now, know that it has nothing to do with you. When you are happy and content, well some people are just not happy about that but that is not your issue. If you need an example of a lot of people in pain, go to the comment section of websites like The Daily Mail. Those guys are dripping in blood, such is their pain.

And to you Andrew, the author of that email, I am sorry and I hope things improve for you soon.

Does this make any sense to you at all?

Or are my endorphins impairing my brain?