Nowadays people say a few swear words, behave rudely and call themselves 'real'.
It is much easier to tell lies, both to other people and to yourself.
Telling yourself the truth about your own flaws and mistakes is the hardest.
Today someone called me a spoiled brat, right after I said that I hated spoilt brats.
That may classify as the most offensive thing to say to me ever.
Besides bugging me a little bit, I wasn't as hurt as I thought I would be, even if it came from someone close.
I'm still trying to place this strange un-offended melancholy I am feeling in the place of anger or hurt.
Maybe it is still a kind of hurt. But it's a new kind of hurt and it is kind of fascinating.
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