Hell is Other People

"Hell is other people," said Jean Paul Sartre. From what I have gone through so far in life, I have come to the conclusion that people are really hell. If you go out of your house, having a walk along the street, you must have dressed well enough so as not fall prey to rumour. If you sit at a cafe, ordering a cup of coffee instead of... avocado juice, other diners will mistake you for a miser. That's why some of us have this idea in mind whenever they sit at a cafe. Some women have to spend hours upon hours, making up their face before daring to go out. They are worried about their appearances, for they very well know that once they are outside, male passers-by will catch glimpses of them. Some teachers prepare unusually well when they discover that one of their students is a child prodigy. Some suitors have to do their best to appear mature on the day of the proposal. They are worried about the bride's appreciation. Some girls have to adopt a special walking way to please the passers-by. They are so obsessed about this, for their walking way outside is totally different from their walking way inside the house. Some teachers adopt special walking ways when they are on their way to school so as to appear professional to others. Unfortunately, some writers, including me, write mainly to please others on a daily basis, for if they do not, they will not approve of themselves. In a nutshell, Hell is really other people.