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Every weekday, personal sized pizzas spilled out of the ovens to sustain the noon rush at a local Italian restaurant. At 1:00, lunch was no longer available, and neither were the mini pies.My boss required us waitresses to follow a strict procedure for all the unsold pizzas. We had to put them in a garbage bag, but we were not allowed to throw away the food in the dumpster out back. My boss actually thought that people would not buy pizza if they knew they could get it for free after 1:00… from the dumpster. So, he would load the unsold pizzas into his trunk and dispose of them in an unknown location.I hated throwing away those pizzas, especially knowing there were a few homeless men who lived nearby in tents on the riverbank. They would come in asking for food after the lunch rush, but I was scared to disobey my watchful manager.My manager, however, did not work EVERY weekday. Occasionally he trusted his young assistant to handle lunch. We had an understanding, as the assistant did NOT want to drive around with a bag of unsold pizzas in his back seat. He didn’t ask me about the left overs, and I reported that he had followed the proper dumping procedure.I loved the days I didn't have to use that garbage bag. The homeless men knew to come in shortly after 1:00 when my manager’s car was not in the lot. I packed up all the remaining mini pizzas in exlarge pizza boxes and handed them to the homeless men as if they were picking up a carry out order.The routine continued for over three years until I graduated from college and got married.Right before my wedding, my fiancé and I decided to have an intimate dinner party… at my former workplace. Our guests were four homeless men. My manager was unusually quiet and gave us a strange look as we ordered way too much food. After dinner, our guests took all the left overs, packed in extra large pizza boxes, back to their tents on the riverbank.

This thing happened a couple of months back .I was going with my friend for shopping .she told me one of her friend is also coming with us .I was like okay.So after some time her friend comes.Trust me he was really hot. Damn hot.My first thoughts for him was "woah, hot guy he is”.He was like dreamy, tall , little fair, muscular and handsome beard guy. The exact same guy girl dream about.He somehow look like the above one.He says hi to me and we exchanged smile. After some casual talk we decided to go.He opened door for me (much like a gentleman, no?)Who needs something else..this is enough to fall for someone right?..No !! A big big No!!Why ??Okay let me tell you why?..Scene 1-*The way he treats the poor people*So let call him, Raj.We were driving in a car and at signal one begger lady come near us asking for money.Raj's exact word was like,"Oye chal nikal yaha se (Translation - Get get lost from here) , doesn't these f**king people have any other job than asking money now and then. Go f*ck off . I don't have anything for you. Get lost.*Lost respect*Scene 2-After shopping we started feeling hungry so we went to one resort for lunch.The doorman is holding the door open for people to enter the hotel.He was giving him smile and wished him good afternoon.Raj ignored him completely.*Rudeness level infinity*Scene 3- *The way they behave with servants*Our table was little dirty that makes him super angry.Raj- Hey! Hey you moron. Come here& clean this table .WTF is this. Can't you see it's still dirty.bloody moron.Scene 4- *How they talk about people*We were having lunch and suddenly one of his friend came and visit him.He was so happy to see him.They were referring each other as Bhai bhai! (Translation - Brother)Bass kya bhai. Tu toh jaan hai , milte hai. (English translation - You're my life brother)Once he leave (his frd) Raj started abusing him saying he's such a ch***ya and bla bla. (Translation - He's such an asshole)*I hate it when people act all nice to someone's face out soon as they leave start talking smack about them.*Scene-5- * Do they consider the feelings of other*We were talking and suddenly his phone rings.It was his mom.Raj- Mom i told you don't disturb me . Don't you have brain ? Can't you understand my language ?No, No. I'll eat anything this is none of your business. You just stop annoying me.And cut the call.*This is how he behave with her mom.*Scene 6- *How he treat animal*Just for fun raj kicked one dog.Any then my anger crossed it's limit. I shouted on him in a front of everyone.Somehow he felt ashemed for doing that and he accepted his mistake, saying he's sorry and he won't do that in future.*How they treat animals in general says a lot of them.*..Once we done with shopping and lunch.He dropped me. And asked me if I'm free so we can go for lunch or movie tomorrow?And my inner anaconda about to kill him but i console my inner anaconda saying ,"chill baby, Isski toh bolke marenge."( Translation - chill baby, we'll teach him a lesson using words)And then my invisible middle finger appear in a front of him and I said ,"Sorry ,I have a boyfriend ! (Trying to be sarcastic of course:-P)..So moral of the story is-Yes ! Small thing do matter.He was a stranger to me , but it told me a lot about his nature.Now everytime looks don't matter after all , do they?According to me, What makes a man a gentleman isn't the gentleman suit he wears or the killer smile he has but his behavior towards everyone without any discrimination makes him a real gentleman...Okay peace;-)Thank you for reading:-D.Edit-Many people are saying me , if that guy wasn't handsome then I wouldn't have noticed him . And he was doing such things because he wanted to impress me. Tell me one thing is this the good way to impress anyone?Well according to me it's not . But I don't know what you guys think about it.But guys trust me he wasn't acting because I discussed this topic with my friend even she told me that this is what he is.

Because police have trained extensively in the art of asking questions in such a way that there is literally no “good” (non-implicating) answer. The classical “Do you know why I pulled you over?” is a perfect example. If you answer “yes,” even just that single answer implies that you were doing something illegal and thus are admitting that you know what it was the officer saw. If you answer “no,” then you’re at least partially admitting that you weren’t paying attention, because the officer saw something that would justify the stop and if you were not aware of it, meaning that you were inattentive. These are tools the police have cultivated and perfected that are taught as part of the process of interrogation.The problem is that, like everything else from a butter knife to a nuclear warhead, the tools are only as honest or evil as the person using them. And, because police officers are human, they can be influenced and urged in many different ways. If the chain of command is lightly tossing around the threat of dismissal or “lay-offs” due to budget cuts, and ties that to a string of unsolved crimes, it can be seen as a case of “find who did ____ or clear out your locker.”So, you’re walking down a street because your car broke down on the same day your phone went screwy. It’s after-hours so nobody is open. The only business you know of being open with a phone you can use at 8:30PM is on the other side, about a mile away. You have to walk through the area that’s been getting break-ins for the past month, the string of crimes that needs to be solved before somebody gets fired. Tag, you’re “it”.Nothing you say will be considered as truthful solely because the police are so accustomed to people lying to them as a reflexive action. The offspring of 1990s “gangstas” have been been conditioned to a few things from birth; “Pigs aint people”, “Fuck da po-leece”, “Snitches get stitches”, and “Never tell a cop the truth, even if you’d take heat off yourself. ABL; Always Be Lying.” Thanks to this, the idea that you’re some poor schmuck who’s got car trouble is considered a “likely story I’ve heard before”. Police can become jaded to the possibility that we humans can tell the truth because criminals never do and, due to their job, police rarely have to deal with a lot of non-criminals. We humans are weird; we tend to think that the people we deal with are representative of all people, even when we’re only seeing a fraction of the population.You end up in the back room of a police station, five badges in the room, all interrogating you at once. Thanks to the psychological tools they learned at the academy, anything you say incriminates and implicates you. The Miranda warning is correct; Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. That’s the most honest statement possible because anything you say is going to be used against you. It is an adversarial process that you, no matter how smart you are, cannot exit victoriously. With an attorney, you’re probably screwed. Without one, it doesn’t matter if you just got back from a trip to Uganda delivering medicine to orphans, that just looks like time you were “off the radar” committing homicides on the east side. You are going to be the main character in the new summer book that everyone is talking about: Fifty Shades of Screwed.Innocence is irrelevant in an interrogation. If it was believed you weren’t lying, you wouldn’t have been arrested. You are guilty until proven innocent. At trial, the burden of proof lies with the state. In every interaction prior to that venue, burden of proof lies with you.You’re obligated to provide the same information that’s on your ID. Nothing more, nothing less.You want a lawyer, and will not say another word until you have one providing legal counsel. This is not an admission of guilt, but merely a layer of protection to keep the legal machine from eating you up and shitting you off a cliff.You can’t have your words twisted around if you never throw any words to be twisted around. It’s not smart to assume they’re out to railroad you, but it’s a naive approach to assume they’re all on your side. Every officer wants to protect the innocent and persecute the guilty on day one, this is known. What cannot be known is whether they’ll start to see every non-police individual as a lying ass criminal in a few years. Some do, some don’t, and I err on the side of caution.In my situation, any interaction that’s more serious than “do you know why I pulled you over” is met with a simple miniature speech I’m fortunate to have never needed. “My name is TJ Fritts. I was born November 8, 1985. I live at (blah, blah, blah, blit, blah blah). I request an attorney be present before I answer any questions.” The last sentence will be repeated as often as necessary, and it will be all I’ll say until I get an attorney. Some might worry this would annoy the officers to the point of physical violence and on that topic I am truly torn. I’ve never had enough money to buy and sell my town, but if a police officer roughed me up for maintaining my rights I would end up with that much money eventually. I’m torn because I don’t like the idea of being bludgeoned with an ASP Baton…but the idea of taking a few unjustified whacks now and being wealthy enough to hire a freakin’ staff to rub my booboos later…it’s a quandary and I truly don’t know how to feel about it.The legal system affords you a few protective armors to wear against the onslaught of the machine. Only fools turn down a chance to wear a helmet before playing gridiron football against the 1975 Pittsburgh Steelers. They are professionals, you’re an amateur. When a professional tells you that you’re allowed to have an attorney, just take the attorney. It may delay your evening plans, but so would being sentenced to 15 years in prison because you thought your innocence meant something to a system that’s been lied to so often that it refuses to believe anyone can tell the truth.

As someone who writes mostly technology-related answers, I see the following question so much it makes me want to tear my hair out:“Can iCloud Activation Lock be Bypassed?”For those who don’t know, Apple devices that have an iCloud account active on them with Find My iPhone enabled will lock the device to that Apple ID even if it is restored to factory defaults. This is designed to prevent thievery, since stolen devices (typically iPhones) are useless without the Apple ID password they are locked with to unlock it. It is incredibly common for people to sell devices without removing the lock beforehand (likely because they don’t know it exists, or how to remove it) or because it is stolen. Either way, the lock cannot be bypassed without that password… but that doesn’t stop everyone and their mother from asking if it can be done as if the rules somehow don’t apply to them.Instead of viewing the answers on an existing question, or even asking new people to answer that existing question, they make a new one. Every. Single. Time. Quora is absolutely flooded with these questions, and I get A2A requests for them more than anything else.

No, we don’t, but it really depends on the context.In a more modern environment of a business organization (where you are most likely may encounter a Russian-speaking foreigner) Mr. Brown would be addressed “господин Браун”, or John, but with a formal “you”. Like, “Джон, Вы могли бы это подписать, пожалуйста”. Even state formalities and application forms in Russia provide that not everybody has a patronymic - patronymic field is normally optional (only people that actually have a patronymic are required to fill it).Yet, state bureaucracy etiquette is somewhat more archaic, so it almost requires civil servants to address colleagues and especially superiors with a patronymic. So, in a rather hypothetical situation a naturalised foreigner takes a civil service position in Russia (it won’t be as hypothetical soon, because many 2nd generation immigrants would start entering their laboral life) I can imagine a Этьен Жерарович Депардье, государственный советник юстиции 1 класса (Ethienne Gerardovich Depardier, state councellor of justice, 1st class) or something among these lines.I saw many Russian citizens of non-Russian origin to be addressed with patronymics, because of their position or age, or both, even though their respective ethnic group doesn’t have this tradition. You may easily encounter a Джалал Абдурахманович (Jalal Abdurahmanovich), for example, and it won’t sound weird. It would rather mean that this person was born in Russia, or in an ex-Soviet republic that kept the Russian-imposed patronymic model.So it is not about the ability of speaking Russian, but rather about the level of being actually Russian - by origin, or culturally.EDIT: no one actually present themselves with a patronymic these days, unless it is required to make a difference - so when I speak to my father’s associates over the phone (his name is Sergei, too), I present myself as Sergei Sergeevich, so that they know immediately that it is the son, not the father who call them. Patronymics are out of fashion, and rather in use either in most formal environment (state apparatus) or older people (60+). If a foreigner voluntarily takes up a patronymic, it would look nice and somehow appealing, but a bit funny (it is like Chinese people take Western or Slavic names when dealing with the respective ). Also, an appropriate, and actually existing patronymic for a son of Stauros would be Ставрович (this name existed in Russia but felt out of fashion about 100 years ago)EDIT 2: In Russia, one should not expect to be addressed with a patronymic unless they are of older age, or a higher social position, or both, and the interlocutor is of younger age and/or lower social position. Presenting oneself with a full name with a patronymic may imply an attempt to impose one’s superiority. If it is not justified, it may leave an unpleasant feeling on the other party. From the other hand, if a person of older age and/or higher social position proposes to call them by the first name, or with informal “you”, it can be seen as a sign of trust and benevolence. Normally, certain amount of time should pass before that happens.

You can learn how do you get to the core of someone’s personality quite fast, even if they're total strangers. It enriches your own life with valuable new insights and it gives you the opportunity to be of great value or help to other people.First, get rid of small talk and get rid of the “I’m right and you’re wrong”-type of conversations. Focus on building a connection. Humor is often a good starter, but don't ever be sarcastic.Leave your own opinions and ideas behind. Learn to truly appreciate other people (whoever they are) by their own perspective and merits, not by your own. Therefore, don’t judge. This isn’t as hard as it seems as long as you fuel your curiosity. Be commited to leave your own perspective and be sincere and respectful to the person you’re talking to. Ask meaningful, empathetic questions, ask for more explanation where you don't understand something (without judging), truly listen to their answers and stop comparing their lives, opinions, knowledge and values with your own. Only use your own knowledge and experience to build or strengthen your connection with the other. Gradually build your connection, don't go too fast.If someone feels that you truly accepted them for who they are, they'll get more personal. They’ll share difficult, personal, embarassing experiences with you, because they trust you. The conversation becomes deeper and more meaningful. This can happen between people who have never met before. You can ask bolder questions, you can build a deeper connection with someone. Again, don't go too fast.I still remember quite some interesting and meaningful conversations with total strangers that in fact not only made my day back then - I still value those weird, interesting, vulnerable, personal conversations years later. And I'm glad I was of help back then for some people who were going through some rough times.And never, NEVER disavow the trust you've been given. It's a very valuable treasure. Never share personal stories or secrets. Be sincere and respect the intimacy of such conversations.

I remember moping over this the night before my first day as an intern. I should have been memorizing lab values, but was instead rehearsing how I’d present myself. Do I introduce myself as Dr. Asher or Dr. Nitin? Should I refer to the junior residents as my colleagues or my seniors? What do I say when one of my patients thanks God instead of thanking me?But for you to understand the strength of my dilemma, you’d need a frame of reference first.I’d grown up attending an Evangelical church, something like the one I occasionally attend now: Hope UC Hyderabad (formerly Pearl City Church Hyderabad).Take for instance, what a typical Easter Sunday service looks like. Like the one I missed in this answer (Asher Nitin's answer to What is the most hilarious example of hypocrisy you have personally experienced?).It begins a week earlier with reminders like this on their FB page.The actual service begins with a bang. Yep. Christian Pop bands pop and fizz. Here’s Pearl City’s band popping a bang (bang-bang!) and lots of dry ice (foosh-foosh!).And this is their audience. There’s a lot of Amen-ing and Praise-Jeebus-ing going on.Everything is hyper-chromatic and borderline psychedelic. Even the sermon.And this act, of throwing one’s hands up in the air to praise Jeebus and such is infectious. Here’s a classroom full of gullible schoolchildren we conned into doing the same thing. (My church searched around for a disconnected and remote school, then waltzed in and made a huge charitable donation, and told all the kids their school fees would be paid for the year if they all chanted, “Jeebus is my savior! Praise Jeebus!” Bam. Three hundred converts in a single day. Just like that. Yeah baby! That’s how Jeebus rocks and rolls! Whoo!)I’m kidding. You assumptive assh*l*s. That was the rural Teach-a-day program. Or something. (The day anyone tries influencing a gullible mind is the day I report them to law enforcement, publicly shame them all over social media and, for dessert, beat them black and blue -but mostly blue- in the Church parking lot, with a hardcover edition of the Bible.)No Amrikan-missnuries trying to pull that sort of s**t here.But to the point: most of the congregation comprises hard-working middle-class Indian families who simply happen to be very vocal about their perception of God’s presence in their lives.It just happens that they tend to express above sentiment in the same word. Over and over again, until overexposure to it induces physical nausea in me.Don’t get me wrong. I love them so much I don’t even have to pretend to like them. And they have a very good reason for praising God every third sentence of every fourth paragraph. But the validity of that reason doesn’t stop it from being obnoxious in practice.So I had a decent amount of experience with this type that fires off Amen(!) and Praise Jeebus(!) every two minutes. That sort of behavior had a lot to do with me falling out of Church and becoming an atheist when I was 17. It had nothing to do with me finding my faith and becoming a Christian 5 years later, so I avoided it when I could. I still don’t like public vocalizations of faith; as in public prayer, or Amens or Praise-Jeebus-es. I personally prefer to potentiate my faith on the incognito.So I did worry a lot over what I should say, and more importantly, what I’d end up saying if I were to be confronted by a grateful patient who thanked God instead of me.Internship began, and three months in, I found myself embedded in an excellent surgical unit. The unit chief was my long-time mentor, Dr. Bhagawan. He ran a full ward. We did a lot of laparoscopic cholecystectomies and chalked up a high rate of post-surgical patient satisfaction.So it’s another day in the out-patient, and one of our cases is wheeled in to be discharged. His family had come to take him home, so they file into my little cubicle in the same order they would have exited the sinking Titanic: toddler, younger sister, elder sister, mother, father, and an old man I presume is the father’s tennis partner.It’s lunch-time, everyone else is lunch-ing, while I have my instructions for this case, so I go through the forms, double-check his medications and tell them they can leave. As I shake our patient’s hand, his mother asks me for my name, I tell her, and her eyes light up (presumably when she realizes my first name is Hebrew).“Um, doctor, are you, uh… Christian?”“Yessum I am.”She looks around hopefully at the father’s tennis partner, then goes, “We’re Christian too. Can we… can we pray? A thanksgiving prayer?”I suppress an impulse to start listing the potential adverse events possible post-cholecystectomy, bare my teeth in a non-threatening fashion and say, “Why, definitely.”The brood-mother draws her sari to cover her head, and looks meaningfully at her spawn. The cabin-refugees all bow their heads. I don’t. I’m quite sure one of them will snitch my expensive stethoscope during Jeebus-time, while my eyes are closed.“Dear Esu Prabhu (Jisus Krist),” she begins, “we thank you for our Rajesh. Thank you for healing him. Thank you for saving his life. Prabhu (god), most of all, we thank you for this doctor. Thank you for choosing him as an instrument of your healing. Thank you for such a wonderful, kind, compassionate, knowledgeable, experienced…”Now, I am aware that I am easily the greatest doctor of my generation (and all generations before me, and after me as well, I’m sure) but even then, it is nice to be complimented, and so the tips of my ears tingle with justified pride in my knowledge and skill as I listen to the hag drone on.“…doctor. So thank you, Prabhu, for Dr. Bhagawan. And thank you for this intern, Dr…ah, your name was…?”“Asher, ma’am. Asher Nitin.”“…for Dr. Arshad Niddin, who signed these forms. Amen.”So, yes, I did feel a bit offended, because I don’t like to be reminded I am rather small and very stupid, and it’s bad enough to be reminded that I am not the smartest person in the room (and in the world of medicine, that happens in nearly every room) without having to be reminded that I am not, in fact, in control of everything. Or even anything at all, come to think of it.So I don’t like it to be reminded of that. But it’s good for me, and I think a lot of my fellow physicians need that same reminder from time to time, that they’re not the driver, and are only along for the ride; this wild, wild, achingly beautiful one-time free-of-charge ride.I should clarify, however, that I am the greatest form-signer of my generation (and all generations before me, and after me as well, I’m sure). I’m sure there is a Nobel Prize for Form-Signing in my future. In the distant future, I shall be awarded one, and then everyone laughing at me will be sorry, you hear?

Only men say this. Only men.I'll tell you exactly what I think: they can go straight to hell and kiss Osama Bin Laden right on the lips on their way down.I don't know why some women even listen to this nonsense. Makeup is a subject that has been more beaten into the ground on Quora more than Rhonda Rousey.Enough already.Why should women care what men want and how they think they should look?((Listen up XYs.))If you're not over here buying some groceries, paying the light bill and my car note in the day and dicking me down at night, I could care less what you think.And even if you were, it's still business as usual: screw your feelings, Boo. If my Daddy never bothered to tell me what to do, don't go thinking you will.Women, please stop this nonsense. Stop listening to men tell you how you should look while they're walking around with funky balls.Never give a man, OR BOY ((ARE YOU LISTENING TO ME AS WELL TEENAGED GIRLS?)) *cocks ears*Never give a male that much power over you that he decides how you look and what you do. I learned the hard way, ladies.When I was married, I wore no makeup, no revealing clothing and didn't fix my hair because that was how he wanted it.He wanted me to look like Sophia from the Color Purple. Well, after that good divorce? Makeup and hair is always on point and outside of work and church, the titties are UP and OUT.Some of these men can't control their own lives.They can't even get a date, either live at home with their mamas or are living off some woman and they have the audacity to think they can tell women what to do?They want to crack down on women wearing makeup, yet how many MEN wear makeup and they say nothing?That's right I said it.How many grown ass MEN do you see them telling NOT to wear makeup? *flies nails*Uh huh. Hypocrites.You'll never see it. The want to bitch and moan about women wearing makeup but GEE GOLLY WIZ, MEN HAVE THE RIGHT TO WEAR MAKEUP!!Oh really? How very interesting.These​ types need to know their place. Your one and only job? Doing YOU.I'm out! *closes window*

It is rubbish that a person with Borderline Personality Disorder switches to hate and then just devalues and that is it, the end. This is not true. I have experienced it myself, seen it in many partners, my brother and mother are diagnosed with it also. They do switch back and forth but they never ‘just’ hate you and that is the end of it, they will constantly switch back and forth between love and hate. They also feel guilty and upset about being hateful. I have seen my brother break up with someone never to be back with them yet he still cares about them and values them for who they are and what they were, he can speak highly and lovingly about his exes but then another time remembers the bad things and changes his mind again, but never just hate….what people need to remember is that underneath the pwBPD, the mask etc, is a ‘real’ empathic and genuine person…..this is true… the stigma around this illness must end as it is only making pwBPD worse…. These people are like, in a way, an animal, the way they are, they react strongly to things and primitively. They find it difficult to cope with being a human and get very overwhelmed by life and how to be….All I know is, pwBPD are not and I repeat NOT bad people, they seem it, but honestly they are just suffering, they don’t mean what they do when they upset you, I know they don’t. They have enormous guilt that eats at them when they realise what they have done is wrong… when they are being a pain in the asss, they really don’t mean to hurt you, they are just very poorly and have suffered a horrible childhood as an innocent child, a child that came into this world as naturally empathic and caring ended up being abused (mentally or physically etc) , saw bad things happen between carers as a child and so messed up their development in childhood….but that innocent loving child is still inside them, honestly….….if you ever saw the latest ‘stranger things’ on Netflix, where we learnt that ‘Billy’ had a bad guy image because as a child he saw his mother beaten etc etc, it also showed how sweet he was as a child, and as he grew he tucked his caring self away into a dark corner, to protect himself, but it was still indeed there, that caring and loving side of them is there and don’t let anyone tell you it isn’t…doctors are stigmatised also, it’s rare you find a good doctor who knows his stuff, a good doctor will tell you that pwBPD can’t help it, that it isn’t their fault for how they are, because they are simply poorly, like when someone gets physically sick, they cannot help that it takes over them, they can’t just magically stop being sick, it is the ‘same difference’ with mental health, and anyone who disagrees with this is not a person with good awareness, they are stigmatised and ignorant, and certainly do not understand mental health or have sympathy or empathy for someone that is different to them. People who are stigmatised towards things like mental health, are the same kind of people who will be racist etc and discriminate, it’s a similar mentality believe me. ….. where has our compassion gone for ‘otherness’? That which is different from you? That which suffers More than you? That which scares you and you reject it in fear because it is simply different from you… because it isn’t you?How hard it must be to end your own life… so many with mental health problems do because they can’t take the pain and stigma definitely doesn't help… these people are suffering, so stop adding to that by making them feel like a bad person just because they don’t have a physical sickness…. they do have a sickness and that you have to accept. You don’t want to understand because you might have to admit you’re wrong, and you won’t understand if you don’t have it, so don’t say “oh it’s not that so it’s not that bad and it’s all in your head, just think yourself out of it”, that is such an ignorant thing to say, how about you just acknowledge that they are in pain no matter what you think and they are poorly and sympathise as you would if they had a physical illness. Just because you think the way you think and have your thoughts the way they are, does not mean they are right, it does not mean that isn’t how everyone else thinks or feels, your brain is not their brain and vice versa. Brains and thoughts are different from yours and if they get sick, they will obviously act very differently to yours.Please end the stigma of pwBPD as it kills, they are human, they have feelings, they actually have feelings which are ten times stronger so can you imagine their pain when they are upset? … and just so you know;A pwBPD's love is stronger than any normal person’s. They really do care. So when they switch just remember that in their mind; they are hurt or frightened by something, because that is why they switch. …Think of them as a child, all children go through a stage where they cry for their mum when she leaves the room, because they haven’t a clue if she’ll come back, therefore they won’t survive in their mind, like an animal which needs to survive, it’s the fear of abandonment which all people have been through as a child. It’s just these poor pwBPD are still dealing with it but don’t know it.So when they get angry and mad: they feel a threat to their survival, like when an animal panics, they can’t help it. Really they are acting out because they are in fact scared of something. And they just so happen to take it out on those closest.Would you hate on or leave your pet cat or dog if it bitten or scratched you because it was scared? It was acting out of animal Instinct; it can’t control it…. same with pwBPD, brain scans show the amygdala is affected; the primitive animal part of the brain! So it is linked to survival, the need to survive.