I'm not sure whether I'm becoming a miserable witch as I get older, I just don't seem to have much time for people. When I was younger I always saw people through rose tinted glasses - I liked everyone unless they proved themselves to be unlikeable. As I've got older I'm more guarded and it takes a while for me to "like" someone. When I'm with friends and they gush about people they hardly know I find it very false and quite nauseating.
I also seem to have run-ins with people on a regular basis. Perhaps years ago I was a bit of doormat and let people walk over me now I speak my mind and if people cross me they soon know about it. It was easier when I was a doormat but I can't let things go like I used to in the old days. If a stranger is rude to me for no reason I have to put them in their place.
When someone is kind to me I am touched and very surprised. In my eyes the world is full of selfish twunts and an act of kindness is so lovely and so rare.
Am I becoming a wierdo as I approach 40 or is the world just full of not very nice people these days?