People

By the way, I don't feel that way about my IBS anymore. I was thinking about it and, as much as it sucks to have IBS-C, it would probably equally suck to have IBS-D. You know, I occasionally get the opposite and even though I feel empty and like my body is working, it is equally painful. So, it took awhile, but I've come off of my high horse.

Anyway, this post is about how I feel about people. As you can imagine, I have a strange and complex view of people. They scare me, for some reason. I get physical reactions just being around them.What might surprise some of you is that I love people. I really do. I really care about people, especially their well-being and emotional health. If I could be a good, full time philanthropist, I would be.

In a certain special something of mine, it is mentioned that I will find joy in helping others because charity is the pure love of Christ. I believe that (and I believe it is true for everyone).

Sometimes however, I get mad at people. I hate when people kill other people. I hate it when they treat each other badly. I hate when they lie or do the wrong things for the wrong reasons. I hate it when they get selfish or inconsiderate. I hate it when they judge each other.

Obviously, I am not perfect. I have problems too. The thing is that we try. We all struggle, but instead of giving up, we keep going. I like that about us. I know there is good in everyone, and that gives me a great deal of comfort.