Sometimes I wonder why do I bother being nice to people – is it man’s inherent altruism? To do good, despite being put down by others’ negative view of a person, or people viewing them as being pretentious and/or strange? Giving without receiving is a heavy duty, and one that carries such burden is prone to cracking from the weight of the deeds done, which no one really knows the full extent but to the bearer himself.
In a sense, I am starting to get jaded by this world and the attitude of others, where it can always be better than what it is currently.
On a related note, negative thoughts overpower positive ones easily, and no doubt I have lots of negativity about things, but at least I am being honest about myself. I suppose negativism helps to cushion falls should one’s expectations not be met.