My family tells me that I am naive and gullible, too trusting.
Maybe I am.
I do know that I am constantly amazed at the cruelty in the world that I live in.
People are mean and hurtful.
I care too much about those I love to be evil.
Hell, I've TRIED to be mean and end up feeling more wretched about the situation than the person I thought I was being mean to.
Right now my heart is breaking for someone I love.
And there is not a damned thing I can do to ease the pain.
Sometimes, just sometimes, I want to crawl in a hole and pull the hole in behind me.
I want to stop trusting people and letting them close to me and the people I love.
But when I think this way, I pause to remember that there are good people in my life.
And I am a better person for those people.