Terrorists of human hearts

The people that bleed and eat, suck and dry are the scariest to me.  Life sucks. Energy drainers. Those that have placed some sort of stamp of authority on the words that flow from their mouths.  The people who tease, who persuade, who walk on others for fun, growing so accustomed to cruel behavior that awareness is no longer reality.  Insightfulness is unknown.

These people are “nice” humans, they are “good” humans, but when you split them apart, corner them at an unexpected moment of fan-like stress, they are no longer human.  A centipede of a person they shrink to, climbing into your ears, looping around the fan of horridness. And it spins and spins. But the centipede doesn’t care, it doesn’t see, it doesn’t notice anything outside of itself.  It is a bug with hundreds of legs and no eyes. Tracking its prey through touch and smell.

The issue is these people are relatively hard to catch, relatively hard to find until you’re face to face with the truity of their soul. They all look radically different yet radically the same.  

“The best way to fool someone is by helping them”. This was said by Ted Bundy in one of the murder podcasts I listen to. I’ve since stopped listening to them for a variety of reasons, but mainly, I learned that just because something interests you and passes your time doesn't mean it is good for your soul. What this man had to say really upset me as, honestly, I would rather be fooled with cruelty than with kindness. But the reality of his statement was so heavy, it snapped my heart, and pieces just fell to the floor.

Kindness is desperately difficult to feed these people as their own pride is the biggest weapon they carry.  It makes strength in care seem silly, pointless even, yet who do you become once you stop being kind, once you stop showing love, even to the ones who try to drain light.  

Don’t give up. Don’t give up.