People

People.

People are different.

People have brains that just come to different conclusions on how to deal with certain situations in life.

And I think people can really suck sometimes.

This is not even touching on the political debacle happening in our country right now, I just started thinking about this when I was thinking of one of my old acquaintances--a missionary companion of mine.

Do you know people like this? People that you personally knew, and the whole time you knew them, they just sucked?

Let me put a disclaimer here and just say that this is my limited world view opinion of the guy, but I really felt he never grew out of that middle school bully stage where self-validation came from tearing down others.

Maybe some people you knew didn't suck for the same reason, but if you thought of anyone that you even consider, dare I say, "Enemies" in your life, do you ever wonder how they're doing in life?

Do you ever do the masochistic thing and stalk them on Facebook?

I did that today.

The dude is married with two kids. 

Fantastic universe. Keep rewarding these sucky people and leave me to rot!

...

Who do I think I am?

People can change. People can stop sucking. Maybe I was the sucky one in the first place! Maybe he even felt remorse for actually pulling knives on me and shouting expletives at my face while wearing a name tag with the name of Jesus Christ on it, and maybe there was just something I needed to learn there. Again, I acknowledge my view of reality only goes so far...

Or maybe this fallen world is just impartial and arbitrarily hands out happiness to whatever schmuck crosses Go at the right time. 

In any case, what does it matter to me what happens to him? Isn't the charitable thing to wish everyone universal happiness? It's a hard thing to do for sucky people, but it's all you can do for peace when those great-once-in-whiles happen and that jerk just crosses your mind. 

So here's to you Mr. Potato Head (name switched for privacy purposes)! I raise my metaphorical glass to you and start my fast now with the intent to being better at putting away old grievances. I should be worrying more about my own life and how it's become so insignificant I can only update my blog once every six months... And only with existential excerpts from my own journal.