So Many Beautiful Faces But Not Enough Beautiful People

I go through life and I see so many beautiful faces, beautiful women, beautiful smiles, their beautiful makeup and yet I come across very few truly beautiful people. I had a bad time with my mother dying of cancer and then she died and I struggled through all of it and yet people were nothing more than ugly nasty people.

A Beautiful Face Is Nothing If You Can’t Be Beautiful

For me there is no point in looking beautiful if you cannot be a beautiful person. Painting yourself to make yourself look beautiful when you have a bad, selfish and nasty heart is pointless. Dressing in fancy clothes, putting on a fake show of happiness and saying the words people want to hear just so you get that attention is pointless. I have seen it all, heard it all and experienced the ugly side of women. When my mother was dying and when she died I was treated in such an ugly way that even thinking about it makes me feel sick. It was over a long period and women spread lies around about me, talked about me and said some really dumb, stupid and not very nice things about me. They were staring at me, messing with my head and playing this power game thing where they all wanted me a piece of me and yet all they were doing by looking at me and trying to manipulate me were making themselves look stupid. None of these people were beautiful inside, none had a good heart. Its a clear fact that they would not have done what they did if they did have a good heart – its as simple as that. Nothing any women did made me think any better of them, the opposite to be honest. I mean I was struggling with caring for my mother and keeping a full time job and then grieving when she died and not one of them tried talking to me, asking if I was okay or showed any sine of been a beautiful person. I was full of anxiety all through it and only a few people had any kind words for me. Beautiful women on the outside and yet clearly not on the inside. What they were doing to me was bullying.

The Wait For An Apology

I waited expecting some kind of apology for their actions and that never arrived. I suppose ugly people with bad intentions who are capable of been so nasty to someone who they knew was struggling probably thought nothing to doing what they were doing. Bullying type characters are like that, they always think they are right no matter what, they don’t think about anyone but themselves and do anything – including lying and bullying to gain attention and then they try to make themselves look good. Ye know its sad when women who look beautiful can behave ugly and nasty. So I waited for people hoping that they were not as ugly as I thought and yet only one of them did anything after mum had died and she sent me a sorry for your loss message but still never apologised.

Beauty Is Difficult For People

Beauty is hard for people who are selfish, stupid and dumb. They can’t see past there own image and selfishness to be kind and considerate. How hard would it have been for people to ask how I was and talk to me, send me the odd message asking the same. How hard would it have been for people to show respect, understanding and to show kindness? Instead they spread lies around about me, gossiped about me, stared at me, watched me and others believed the stupid lies and gossip showing there stupidity and ugliness. I am only talking about basic human nature, the way good people are. People at my local cafe, random strangers I met when out walking were kind and lovely and yet all these people that I had known for years were not. I never realised how ugly these people were over the years and yet I was given a full force taste of their ugliness and it hurt a lot. I am a beautiful person, I am kind, I have a good heart and I would never ever think to do what they did to someone. It clear to me that not as many people as I thought are capable of been beautiful people and that’s probably my problem. I expect people to be mostly good and yet I think it really is that most people are ugly and bad and few like myself are beautiful and good.

My Conclusion

My final result about a year and eight months since my mum died is that people are just ugly and really not worth my time. I am too good for my own good and I need to only spend my time with the good people and appreciate those who are good people. I need to be more selfish and only be nice to those who would do the same. During my spell when my mum was critically ill and when she died showed me those who are good people and those who are not. I certainly leant from it and the lesson was “What makes a person beautiful!” And I learnt that beauty is a rare thing.