Sometimes I wonder if “being mean” is a kind of power that makes individuals who exercise it believe that it gives them some kind of a moral or intellectual superiority over others. Why do people say or do mean things to anyone? Why would they do so among friends?
Not having a mean streak sometimes feels like you don’t have an essential quality that could help you not merely to survive but even equip you with that extra edge to threaten the happy state and survival of others around you, including your own friends.
To love God is to see everything as His and that’s why it’s difficult to be equally mean. But I do really wish I knew how to be mean. For me, that is as difficult as discovering life on the moon.
So, who knows? The moon may be a better place for people like me.