OF A GOLDEN AGE

recently a close friend was rude to me without reason, or at least, no reason that i can glean. was it sartre who said hell is other people? i don’t agree, but perhaps hell is trying to decipher other people. it is callous to tromp around our lives, knowingly flattening the intentions and emotions of others, but what of doing it accidentally? for every instance when i know what an asshole i’m being, there are ten more when someone misinterprets me, takes a meaning i didn’t intend, reels at what i thought was an innocuous remark, takes away hurt feelings.

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