So one day, whilst feeding the hens, a potential buyer comes up to the breeder and says "Hey, I'd like to buy a hen, one that is healthy, good looking and lays good eggs." The breeder recommended his two best hens. A lil bit of talking here and there, comparisons were drawn as the potential buyer got to know the hens more and more, say, for 2 weeks they negotiated. Finally, the buyer bought the prettier, more healthy looking and active hen. But not the one the breeder recommended. He was very happy with the hen though. He wakes up every morning, and the first thing that came to his (potential buyer) mind was the hen he bought. He would, sometimes, spend the whole day with his hen!
Nevertheless, the breeder was disappointed that his best hen was not bought. The breeder was not happy that the buyer chose appearance over, well, personality perhaps. Remember, I'm being metaphoric. The hen that was never bought felt sad, cause she knew from the start when she saw the buyer, and being compared to as the top 2 hens of the breeder, she knew that all hope was gone. There was nothing in for her.
As time goes by, the hen that was bought felt proud to be with her new owner, hence the hard headedness surfaced. Many years of raising the hen came to an abrupt disclosure of a streamline of negative impressions. The breeder was terribly saddened by his findings. Although the breeder knew that the sold hen was not the best choice despite its appearance, he had better not divulge all that he felt to the buyer.
Heh.. Am sorry to be metaphoric, I cannot reveal names nor anything in between. Its just, a sad thing to see you treat others like that. It's a thing that I've learned to cope with since the day I got to know you. But its just going overboard. Where's the wisdom, wait, has education not brought you any wisdom ever since stepping into kindergarten? Of what use is a pretty face, if deep down you're not what you are as seen by the likes of us? We have feelings and emotions too. Whatever you do unto others, be sure to think twice before acting upon it. Heh.. All these years, futility. I feel hopeless seeing what I thought was a good friend of mine, in turn, all that I could feel was: