Decipher Reflections from Reality

I think that we're all hypocrites.
I generally believe that the majority of people hate certain aspects of others not because it hurts them or makes them uncomfortable in any way, but because they see a little of themselves in that person.
There's nothing worse than when you hate something about yourself, and then you notice other people doing it, too. It's almost like you can't escape it.
Nobody wants to see the worst of themselves brought out in the people they love.
But they never seem to want to admit it. Nobody wants to agree and sit back and accept that they have faults or that they're not "normal".
Instead they prefer to hide it and express their deep hate for it to cover it up.

It's like using your mind in a whole different way, by completely convincing yourself to believe your own lie. Once you tell a lie enough times, it's not a lie anymore. Whether it happened or not, it becomes real to you.
It's like training yourself to think differently. To think the opposite of how things truely are.
And then when you're reminded of the truth, or of who you really are, that feeling in the pit of your stomach, it will never go away.
You can't escape reality. Not forever.

Expectations = Disappointments

One of the hardest things to come by or to understand at all, is when someone just walks out on your life.
I mean, without warning.
I mean, how are you supposed to avoid that?
Especially when they refuse to tell you or to explain why.
And you want to tell them that they mean the world to you and that you still want to know them.
And what have you done and how can you fix this. And wether they really mean it.
But it’s trapped in your throat, pushed to the corner of your mind, it doesn’t matter. It wouldn’t matter anyway.
So you choke and you nod, for what else can you do? What can you do anyway?
Because you don’t want this.
How could anybody want this.

Realistically

I was thinking today about the expression "There's always somebody out there who has it worse".

It kind of got me thinking the opposite, though.
I really don't think it's right to hold your life experience or family tragedy higher or consider it to be worse than anybody else's, just the same as I don't think it's right to feel guilty about being sad over something just because you can't get the idea out of your head that someone out there has it worse.

Obviously, there is a fair difference between a family dog dying, and the Father dying, however I think it's more accurate to view it as whatever the experience, tragedy, obstacle or change someone has had to overcome, no matter how big or small it may be, if it is the hardest thing that they have ever had to face, then it is exactly that. It is the hardest thing they have ever had to face.
Although it may seem very small in proportion to your experiences, does not mean that it is not real. Usually, they do not know any worse. And thank God for that, I suppose.