Venting ...

I don't really have a title for what I'm about to write.  I just know that I need to vent somehow, somewhere.

Why do people feel like they have to do things to other people?  To upset them?  Because they think that their supposed victims/targets will care enough to be upset by their action?  In my youth ... my impetuous youth, I would say that would have been an inevitability upsetted.  In my 30s ... I'd say no.  I've learned to cut people out, and it sounds terrible to say, but just not to care that much anymore.

It's mostly comical to think that there are other people out there who are 30 something going on 13.  It's childish and they derive some sort of sick pleasure (only for themselves might I add) in thinking that they are causing others anguish.  It's mostly ridiculous and utterly deluded, but ... carry on.