I am certain that most of us have met some of those horrible, shallow people who care for nothing except themselves and their self-image. What does it matter if they turn their backs on friends they've had for years for some little person more shallow than they, and definitely more vapid? It's supposed to mean nothing of course. If the assholes get what they want then everyone else is supposed to be content with them and their actions and the results. They stutter, say they did wrong, claim to feel just shitty about having hurt another person...talk crap about other people who do the same things they do themselves. It's the not learning from mistakes, the act of doing the same old thing over again that does nothing but incontrovertibly prove that such behaviors are in reality condoned, and that conscientiousness has always been nothing more than just a myth to them.
Are they lost or something? I think that that's part of it, but they are too good to borrow a friend's map or lantern. They just don't care. I guess it really shouldn't bother me. It shouldn't be anything for me to worry about unless I'm the one being treated like shit or happen to find myself exhibiting some of those vile tendencies. We all, after all, get what's coming to us eventually.
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