Goes beyond my understanding.
I’ll introduce to you: respect and care.
People tell me they can write English, yet they make a fool of me on the world wide web by writing tons of nonsense grammatical and spelling mistakes. Even worse is they don’t have the decency to tell me they write every simple grammatical and spelling error in their own mother language And they can’t even speak it. They make a fool of my columns and articles. They reckon’ they’re looking highly intellectual. They send mails on your behalf. They lie to your face. They have never heard of trustworthiness.
Do you really think I am mad at the people who stabbed me in the back. I’m not. Maybe I’ll be a tad bitter. I’m indifferent though. No emotion can be found in me. Emotionless. You’re not worth speaking, writing, thinking about. For the first time in my life I feel not guilty about writing my feelings off my chest.
I’m holding you responsible for making my dad suffer. I love him because he admits to loving me. And he loves Skye.
Lol. Funny to read such a post and… debug five typos in it. And I left one just for the ‘touch’.
Respect isn’t all, being humble matters sometimes too.