Someone who seems nice and genuine is not necessarily a good person. Certainly not when they start to attack and manipulate you. You thought you could trust them, but then they show that you misread them entirely and the trust will be used against you. Then you can't tell anyone, because they all see the cover image of a nice person. Since our society can't deal with these nutzoids until they go postal and commit a crime, I'd rather be on the defense. The last thing I need is to deal with another kook who can damage my reputation.
Indeed, human beings aren't one-dimensional as one would like to think. You cannot avoid being hurt when you open up yourself. Though, it's the very same action that will lead to others showing their true sides more and more. There is nothing wrong with believing in people. That said, there is something wrong with believing in them more than you trust yourself.
If you are really hurt by the fact that people are covering themselves with images and not being completely sincere, I'd suggest you to stop worrying about your reputation. It's nothing but a cover image people hold of about your personality, after all.
We see what we want to see. We hear what we want to hear. We say what we want to say. But all of these are not necessarily true.
Just one kook can ruin your life and career. I've seen it.Quote:
You cannot be truthful about yourself when there are people who use it against you. You cannot control them because our system cannot control them.
I disagree. People have identities of their own. Whatever deception they may try to use, it doesn't change at all. Saying that all depends purely on an unbalanced will is underestimating the value of this life.
If the people I'm up against are morally corrupted and I really do care about that, what does that make out of me as a human? I can't have it both ways. Either I need to be sincere to my own and be a savior of my own life or need to be more evil than the devil itself and beat them at their own games, in which I can't complain about the defiled world around me any further.
I think that change is why life is so fascinating. But that's me.
Huh? Did I bring up morality? I'm just talking actions here.Quote:
It just makes you human because everyone deals with kooks. Mental illness is pretty prevalent.
Who says you can't live in between? Who says you can't survive?Quote:
Isn't it a deception if it all comes down to a mere interpretation of the life, a perception?
The one who brought up the morality concept.
Blame the posts from you guys, not me.Quote:
Because both of you are saying that the community is too blame for mental illness. That's a long-dead notion. Mental illness is commonly genetic and connected to structural abnormalities. It can be adolescent-onset or present from birth. Those with mental illness grow up with a distorted perception. Their families have to live with a fundamentally distorted relative. When the afflicted individual doesn't want to learn how to overcome their disability or adapts in an aberrant manner, it becomes a hopeless battle. Thanks to people like you and other stigmas, they have to hide it within the family because they will be unfairly blamed for a medical condition out of their control.
Perception =/= deception. Perception is all we have. Deception implies that we are being fooled.Quote:
To put it simply, though, I could say the causes of the mental disorder is not limited to genetic heritage and is often directly related with how a person finds out a way to survive within the community.
This is a world of associations. You can't ignore other people's sufferings, give no effort to understand them and then complain by looking at the end result. I don't really understand your last sentence, anyway. Who thinks that they deserve to be blamed? All people around the said person with disorder are to blame themselves for not being able to deal with it.
Ah, I see. Just a difference of opinion. Deception in my book is the perception that we impose on ourselves. In short, a human only gets fooled by no one else but himself for me.
I confess that I'm supernervous for my non-date date.