The most sorry I feel for the „dumbest“, those who don’t know it all better but get afffected by too „strong“ people/ characters manipulating them.
And I feel sorry for those who might believe that reading and teaching books at school about individual sorrow only would make more sense than teaching books about mass psychology.
Read them. Understand them.
I feel like I’m surrounded by a very big mound of people who are way too focused on their own problems, who behave like narcissistic dictators, who believe they are themselves the most important and who become more and more ignorant, respectless and unsocial.
This is big sorrow on my shoulders.
I had very good teachers in my life.
You must cry it out with tears. You must.