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Why are some people so mean?

Why are some people so mean?


Actually, I think sleep has a lot to do with it. Think about it, a mother has to get up at 6 to cook breakfast, get the kids up and dressed, drive them to school, make sure husband is up in time to get to work, get ready for work, drive to work, deal with fellow workers and costumers. Slave at work so long that the kids are forced to get a ride or take the bus home, so she misses out on hearing the news of the day (which by the time she gets home the kids have told someone else so see no need to tell her).

Than when she does get home her husband expects her to wash the laundry, vacuum the floors, pick up his work cloths which he threw on the floor because he was in a hurry to turn on the tv and watch some stupid game while getting drunk, than complains if it's past 6 o'clock and she hasn't cooked supper yet. Than his parents drop by at 9 o'clock and refuse to leave, she doesn't get to bed till midnight, and she had no time to rest no time to take a break, and she's barely asleep before the alarm goes off and the day starts all over again. She's tired, she lacks sleep, she's irritated, she's aching, and she's ready to snap at the drop of a pin.

Well, that's just one scenario, but you get the idea, right?

People live hectic busy lives, and have no time for rest and relaxation anymore, and I think that if you go too long in the same old stressed out situations over and over again, with out ever having any time to just stop and rest, you end up getting mean and rude, with out even realizing it.

Of course there are lots of other reasons too, but I think this is the most common one.





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