How anyone could want to hurt someone else. That’s what I can’t understand.
These people set out to harm other people, either physically or emotionally. Somehow they think it’s fun. Somehow they think what they’re doing is right. Of course it’s not. But they do not seem to understand that. Day to day, some people set out to deliberately hurt other people in the simplest, smallest of ways.
I’m not saying I’m perfect, either. I’m not saying I’ve never hurt anyone. I’ve hurt people. I certainly didn’t do it on purpose and I’ve felt terribly badly about it afterward, and I’ve done the best that I can do, while still being truthful, to make it up to the person. Unfortunately, sometimes there’s nothing you can do. Sometimes you can’t make things right with the person and still be honest. Sometimes the person is just determined to stay hurt. That’s a terrible situation to be in, but occasionally unavoidable.
But I cannot understand deliberately setting out to hurt someone else. Not that I haven’t wanted to do so. The truth is, on almost a daily basis, I want to hurt someone. Someone will irk me so much that I want to just punch them, or slap them, or stab them, or say just the right thing, in just the right way that it will get under their skin and make them feel small and worthless. This makes me less of a man and I’d really like to see it change, but it’s true, nonetheless. I’m grateful, however, that I am man enough to keep my mouth shut and keep my hands to myself. There’s no benefit to hurting someone else. It doesn’t make me a better person. It doesn’t elevate my worth in any way. And if I need to hurt someone else to make myself feel better, well then, I’m a really sad human being indeed.
I hate hurting others. It makes me feel horrible. And I hate seeing anyone or anything hurt. When I’m watching late night, or cable television and those awful animal rescue commercials with the Sarah McLachlan song come on, I have to fast forward over them so I don’t see those poor animals’ faces. Today I drove by a dead animal on the side of the road and I felt badly because it had been hurt. I hate seeing children cry. I hate when someone feels helpless and alone because someone has mistreated them.
I simply cannot understand how harassment and abuse is the solution to anything. I can not comprehend how treating someone this way can make the person doing the harassing feel good. How someone can wake up in the morning with the determination to harm someone else is beyond me.
When you consider the number of teen suicides and attempted suicides over the last year or so, all because those children have been bullied by people who made it their goal in life to belittle and humiliate the victim, it is simply incomprehensible that anyone, particularly adults, could behave this way, but it happens just as much among adults as it does children.
So, if you’ve been the victim of this kind of abuse or harassment, what have you done about it? What have you done to make it stop?
And if you are, or have been guilty of abusing or harassing someone else, please dig deep and really think about what is damaged within you, that you feel good about your behavior. I promise you, you are in the minority.