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Wednesday, June 10, 2009 @ 4:11 AM
Sometimes I browse the net and I ponder.

Why do people behave like that? Is it their upbringing? Is it their pretence?

"Trolls", as what the netizens call them, are really, really irritating when you do encounter one. Sometimes you wonder who the person is behind the monitor screen.

As many say, would someone be daring enough to insult someone straight in the face without the veil of anonymity that the internet provides?

Not only across the internet, people in real life do that as well. So cocky, so vain, so proud of themselves. They feel that they are above all - all should listen to them, and they have the first rights to everything before anyone else does.

The presence of them irks me.

It's like, you don't want to know them or get close to them after all.

But, it's easier to make friends than enemies isn't it? You can't judge a book by it's cover.

But first impressions last. And they leave an etch in your mind, marking the very first time you have known or seen the person.

Sometimes people can change someone's first impression. I recall my first impression of this person, so charming and eye-catching - however, as the days fly past, I realise that the person is nothing but an empty shell. Someone wanted to be filled up - either with the rage of other people or by revelling in the attention they receive.

Is this the natural way humans should behave in? Destruction, war, hatred, envy, wrath, gluttony, greed?

Have we strayed far away on the things we were supposed to accomplish? Therefore, leading to the question again,

What is the meaning of life?