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Scout on Judgement/Good

 Experience teaches you that there is no such thing as a good or a bad person; there are only people who will hurt you and people who won’t. Labels and gossip often deceive us; we let the elementary judgments of others play into our logic. Their words are too imperceptive to gain value over analyzing their treatment of others and their treatment of you. When I walk on dark empty roads, I constantly look over my shoulder, wondering if there is someone following me. It is not because I know that someone is there, but it is because I know someone could be there. The same logic is applied to the nature of people. I am not cautious because I know they will hurt me; I am cautious because I know that they can. I suppose that is the logic that causes people to build walls and trenches around themselves. I gave up on understanding why people hurt others, and what they do to deserve such treatment. People are not mirrors, they are puddles; they do not copy treatment, but rather they warp it into what the ripples of their mind find appropriate. A small gesture will cause these ripples, then waves, and then the walls of their companion drown. Tell me I am not right for choosing solitude. Tell me that drowning is worth the company of someone who understands me so much less than I do. Maybe I’ll try it again someday when I need something to cry about. Today, though, I am content.

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