Hurt people, hurt people.

The first person to ever say that to me was my Biff.

I’ve heard it many times after that, but I needed to hear it in the context of one of our deep conversations for it to resonate.

It’s completely turned my thought process around.

Where I used to be offended and overly-sensitive to the things people have said or (perceivably) done to me, I now view one’s actions as a question: WHY are they doing these things?

The answer always comes to me in my Biff’s voice saying, “Hurt people, hurt people.”

You might be eye-rolling now, thinking it’s so cliché, but cliché or not, it’s true.

When you’re happy, everything is coming up roses and you want the rest of the world to be happy too.

When you’re bitter and angry at the cards you’ve been dealt, you want others to hurt. You don’t want others to be happy. You want to wipe that shitty smile off their shitty face. You want to wallow in misery with the people who are just as miserable as you. Hence, the other cliché: misery loves company.

I do it myself. When I’m happy, I’m annoying as shit and I can’t understand all the mopey whiners in the world. But when I’m sad, I shoot daggers at people, talk a ton of shit, and have road rage. Then I snap out of it and I’m back to wondering why everyone else is so sad.

The ‘hurt people, hurt people’ point of view puts things in perspective for me. I’ve changed from an overly sensitive, “Wahhh, why is everyone against me?” to a “Oh I see why they might be this way.” It’s not me, it’s them.

Or maybe they just truly hate me, I don’t know. But I can honestly say I don’t care.

It’s something I like to teach my kids now. Hopefully it will save them from a life of wondering what’s wrong with them and give them a more peaceful mindset.

Love you Biff ♥️