Most of the time, people have good intentions.
I have yet to meet someone who has evil running through his blood and is always looking to ruin someone’s day, or week, or celebration of the 99999999th time she turned on the kitchen light. Most of the time a rude comment is the farthest we go down the path of turning someone’s mood sour. Like most people, my intentions are usually good. Unfortunately, things don’t often turn out exactly as I expected or planned them to.
For example, when I was younger, I had a friend who loved peach rings. I knew this, and so when I got a bag of the delicious things, I decided that I would perform a random act of kindness and save her a few. I set apart the perfect amount to make her smile and began to eat the rest.
Obviously, the problem came when my allotted amount had all migrated to my stomach. How could I not want more? I decided that since I hadn’t told her that I was giving her some, she wouldn’t be upset if I ate a few. Just a few! She would still get some, and her day would still be made. I ate a couple. Then I ate one or two more. Then a few jumped into my mouth and practically begged me to eat them. Soon all that was left was one lonely peach ring.
My stomach and eyes insisted that I still wanted more so decided that her day would still be a glorious one with just half of a peach ring. I split it in half and ate one of the parts. The other half, still waiting to be presented to my friend, looked so lonely that I couldn’t help but split that one in half too. And, of course, I had to eat one of the halves. Surely she would still be overjoyed with a quarter of a peach ring!