Bitterness and Age. (Vent/emo warning I suppose)

I have noticed that the older I get, the more bitter I become.
People often say that the most negative people are teens, but I feel like teen me was a bright ray of sunshine, rainbows and love compared to the older, almost thirty, constantly grumpy me that struggles to even see the point of existence.

Back when I was in my teens, I had a belief that most people were good people while a few bad apples just made a mess for the rest of us.

Today, I often feel the opposite, that humanity as a whole is beyond any kind of imaginary redemption and the collective majority of bad people sucks out any goodness from the minority of decent people.

Of course, I make no claim to be one of the few good people of this world, this blog post should make it rather obvious that I'm fairly terrible at the best of days.

I'm not old, I'm not even thirty yet (although I'm probably older than most users here), yet I'm already loosing faith in humanity at a rapid pace, the older I get, the easier people seem to find a way to disgust me.

Maybe I'll look back at this admittedly pointless blog post one day and shake my head at this sorry piece of writing, maybe, as I grow older, my perception of my own world actually start to change for the better.

I certainly hope so.

Comments

[Divine Path]

I personally feel the only way to win is to defy that expectation. Be a better example.<3