Sometimes I think I really make an effort to display myself as innocent and clumsy. A way to garner self-pity?

On campus today, one of my groupsmates would playfully admonish me, \”Jennnnn!\” When I accidentally spill the hole puncher all over the floor. And also when I asked whether he made his designs deliberately bad (whoops).

Everyone wants to appear to have good intentions. And so whenever I badmouth someone, I try to always add that they may be good too. In another way. She gets on my nerves all time, but I am sure she\’s a good person, we say. This is one reason I am reluctant to say that I truly hate anyone. Because to hate someone is more than just disgust, more than just detestment, more than repulsion, more than irritation. It\’s so much deeper than that. I see such people with a possibility to do good, but I know just not in my eyes.