I once read that the thing we hate most about other people is a reflection of the thing that we hate most about ourselves. Say for example, we hate how other people are sarcastic. It says something about how we hate how we are also, in some ways, sarcastic.

In more ways, than I would like to admit, I think there is a lot of truth to this. Some amount of introspection has made me become more patient and somehow accepting of other’s faults, or for a more accurate term… my pet-peeves. Because somehow, these pet-peeves are the things I hate in myself.

I hate people who are late, because I hate it when I’m late. I hate it when people disregard other people’s feelings, because I hate it when I do or say things without thinking twice how it would affect other people. I hate it when people give their opinion without really backing up what they say, or when they say things just because it is convenient for them to say these things. Because I regret it when I open my mouth without really knowing the bigger picture, or without really being involved in the things I am talking about.

So while some things that others do really, really piss me off, I try to be patient. I try to shut up and bear with it because somehow, these pet-peeves make me aware of the things I have to change. I just hope others can be more aware of how they act, how they talk, and how they treat other people. Because frankly, some people can be so heartless and cruel, and they don’t even know it.

No, I don’t claim to be the more enlightened one. This is just something I have been wanting to say, and I am blogging about it just because it’s easier to do it this way.