People are not always what they appear to be. We hate it when people get "the wrong idea" about us and who we are, but we seldom stop to think that maybe we have the wrong idea of them as well.
Few people are all good or all bad but how easily we forget that. Or like when someone is the nicest, kindest person in all the world and then one day says something mean or goes against what you'd expect of them. Suddenly all that good means nothing and we just judge them to be mean, phony or Satan approved evil.
We want people to understand when we make a mistake, to forgive and forget and move on, to not draw out our punishment or rub our noses in it.
So why then do we do that to other people? Instead of accepting their apologies we let our hurt egos draw out a situation that we could fix with just a kind word, a smile or a little understanding?
What makes our pain more special then theirs?
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