I’m that guy I hated. The sick person on the train that couldn’t just stay home and prevent all of us from getting sick. That person I saw as weak. Now I’m snivelling into a tissue and looking like a piece of shit.
That’s why you shouldn’t hate anyone or make fun. We always become what we hate at some point in our lives. That’s why we hate it. We see the worst part of ourselves in others. In the occult they call it asshole-projection. No–I made that up.
Some people just look unfortunate too. Like weirdly shaped heads and faces. Honestly, I shouldn’t make fun. I hope this doesn’t mean I’m going to go through a disfigurement soon.