silversolitaire

A quote by Daria comes to mind:

"I don't have low self-esteem. I have low esteem for everyone else."

Sometimes I wonder if I'm just overly cynical about people or if the world is just a rotten place. Whatever it is, I'm usually right. And sometimes it scares me. Last week, a friend complained that all his game systems were stolen from his friends' place by an guy who wanted to get back to them by breaking in and stealing all valuables and pawning them off. By the time they noticed they could only get the guy's computer back. All his systems were gone, including burnt CDs, memory packs, games etc. The moment I heard this story I was suspicious. Everything smelled rotten about it and I expressed my doubts, but very carefully of course, not wanting to actually imply his friends would cheat him like that. However, I suggested he should keep his eyes open and perhaps inquire at the pawn shop. Now, a week later, I hear that I was actually right. His "friends" just pawned all his stuff. And when he confronted them with it they actually said it was his fault since he didn't give them enough money when he was visiting and if he ever calls again they'll press charges against him for harrassment. >_<

So, I could say now I hate being right. In this case, I do. Sometimes it seems as if I have the eerie talent of telling when people are lying or doing bad things. I can always tell when dad is lying or just called his girlfriend. I can read my brother like a book. I always know people are lying. I often ask myself if I'm just a cynic. If I'm just automatically assuming people are deceiving. But then I see once more that I'm right and I just get more cynic. Same with my bro. I ask myself every time if I'm not just too ready to assume the worst of him and then he turns around and proves me right. How I hate it sometimes.

So, am I just a cynic or is everyone just a bunch of scumbags? I wonder...