Princess Doom and Gloom Ponders Goodness

   Let me begin by saying that I am generally a glass half full kinda girl.  I know this may be shocking since I have stolen the title "Princess Doom and Gloom" for myself but I tend to be a rather optimistic person.  On occasion the it's all good portion of my personality gets mixed up with the everything is really scary, nothing is what it seems, I suck, and I am going to worry about it all portion.  When this happens, all bets are off.  I become a neurotic freakshow who unintentionally reigns sadness, fury, disdain or disgust on those who happen to wander into the line of fire.  Unfortunately, men usually experience the brunt of this hell fire (I blame hormones).  It doesn't really matter how I am linked to them: acquaintance, friend, romantic interest, family member.  If I am in the freakshow zone you had better watch out.  And for this I am sorry. And I have said so on many occasions.
   That being said, about eighty percent of the time I am a content and try to see the good in everyone around me.  Even when people say or do crazy uncaring things, I do my best to understand the situation from their perspective.  I say do my best because I have learned recently through an unfortunate incident that sometimes my best is just not good enough.  Not only that, the incident I speak of made me question my faith in the human race.  It made me question my judgement.  It really shook me to the core.
   I don't really want to go into all of the nasty details.  I have told the story to everyone who will listen and then a few.  Let's just say I was called a few very unsavory names via text by a man I barely know.  Why, you ask?  Because, I had given this man way too many chances to get his act together and follow through on a date - which he was unable to ever do.  Finally, I stopped responding to his texts. For that, I get called a "dumb bitch" and told "FUCK YOU".  Really?
   It's been a week and I am still pondering.  Listen, I know we are all flawed.  Heaven knows I am.  But when did it become an acceptable practice to be so hateful?  So full of hate when you barely know a person?  Are we really all that angry and dissatisfied with our lives?  Even as I type this, I wonder if I have been too naive.  I wonder if I have misjudged the goodness in everyone around me?  Just the fact that I am thinking that makes me sad.
   A friend said to me, "People Suck".  Can that really be true?  I can't believe I am even considering the prospect.  No. No. No.  People do not suck.  People are inherently flawed.  People are fragile.  People deal with their emotional lives in very different ways or maybe not at all.  People make mistakes.  People may be confused.  People may be hurt.  People are also full of compassion.  People are full of love.  People are amazingly unique.
  That totally makes me think of Depeche Mode's "People are People"... "People are people So why should it be You and I should get along so awfully?"  Good question.  Well that's an even bigger question for an even bigger day.  So I'll leave you with a remix.  A remix from the eighties.  How can you go wrong?
   
People are People