Better humans, please ?

The planet is fine. The people are fucked. ~George Carlin

I read a lot.

I came across the above quote while scrolling on Goodreads one night. I thought it made sense.

It kept playing up somewhere at the back of my brain for long time before I fell asleep.

I woke up the next morning and picked up the newspaper.

The headlines screamed about how a politician beat up a horse. The animal’s leg was amputated and while writing this, is fighting for it’s life.

When I switched on the television I saw a liquor baron who had cheated banks of a hefty sum of money.

I turned up my computer and Facebook showed me pictures of swimmers who killed a dolphin while taking selfies.

Twitter showed me how a bombing in a neighbouring country had killed innocent children.

While driving to work, I saw a few school kids annoying the disabled beggar on the sidewalk.

Walking up the stairs in my office building, I heard employees passing judgements on their colleagues.

I went down for a break during lunch and watch helplessly as someone threw cigarette butts on the road.

That evening, I left for home a little early.

Halfway through the drive back, I saw two people trading blows. Road-rage.

At night, when out for dinner with my friends at a fancy restaurant, I was appalled at the way a group treated the restaurant staff.

Being an introvert, I observe people. I listen. I learn from people, good and bad stuff, what to do and what not to do. Perhaps, sometimes observing too many things is an overkill.