
If all things that bring true happiness are free,
why then do we keep running under the money tree?
The downside of deriving joy from simple things in life is that people only notice you fretting about trivial stuff. Ironic eh?
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Stalkers are creepy. And no matter what, there is nothing, *absoltuely nothing* flattering about them. The degree to how sad that makes you probably depends on how big a loser each one is, otherwise.
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I don't want to get into arguing how well Slumdog was made or discussing the fallacies it portrays. The only moral I took from it was the bitter truth we know all along but pretend doesn't exist.
Everyone who (offers to?) helps you has a motive to do so, whether ulterior or not. If people don't think they can benefit from you in some way they wouldn't blink before screwing you over.
And I'd argued against this fact when he first told me this. Dismissed it by calling him a cynic. A recent incident shook my faith in mankind and I gave up arguing (in fact ate my previous words) and felt sorry. Not about having to apologize to him, but for being such a fool all along. He just flashed a lovely smile, not in a "toldya so" manner, but more in a "it's okay. Glad you figured it out without too much damage."
Makes me realize how its not such a bad thing to have terrible experiences, better late than never.