Hostility

     I wonder what it is, oftentimes, that drives us human beings to act the way we do.  When the calamity of our lives does not exceed our patience, the sadness, our pleasure, and the desire, our contentment- still, then, one seems just as likely to act in this way that humans do.  So hostile, so aggressively bitter, superior in their actions while inferior in their minds.  In fact, I've found that those who have seen the greener grass, and those who keep it, are even more inclined to the natural atrocities of their kind; more so than any poor, starving farmer in a third world country.  More than any wartime family at loss for a father.  And more than any unfortunate persona of Tim Minchin's Worse Than I (save perhaps the man with the peanuts).  In essence, more than anyone who has to right and reason to behave in such a way.

     But could it be that such perfect lives are the very fuel for these outbursts?  An inner guilt born from their lack of suffering?  Maybe they feel that through drama, they may induce the afflictions that they are unworthily free from.  Maybe it is simply the vindictive, vicariously sadistic nature of human beings that doom us to our blatant habits of indignity.

     Or maybe we all just

think too much of things.