Everyone's Different.

My friend came on MSN last night saying
"Steph, I need cuddles."
She'd cut the tops of her thighs several times.
I spoke to a mutual friend of ours, saying that she was upset and telling him to look after her. He didn't know what had happened but, to fill him in, I told him. He was mortified.
"You know that feeling when your heart just sinks? I feel like that."

The thing is, it was obvious that she did. I knew she did even before she told me. I love this guy to bits, but he's so naive. He lives in this little world where everything is peachy and not many bad things happen so presumes everyone else is the same. I asked him last night "what's the worst thing that's ever happened to you?"
His reply was "My mum would say the mental breakdown I had when I was 11, but I don't remember that at all. I'd have to say, when my dog Basil died."
I've come to the conclusion that we should never judge on WHAT has happened to a person, but how they react to it. If two different problems have a similar effect on two people, then surely the problems are equally as bad? I know that Basil's death broke him, but I still can't stop thinking "no wonder you don't understand."
He said that he doesn't see why people would self harm, he doesn't see why people can't just be happy, and then he said
"If people have been through things worse than I that leads them to hurting themselves, I hate to think what people have gone through."

Selfish as it is, I sat at my laptop thinking "you really have no idea what the real world is like, do you?"
I haven't had a bad life, but I've had a lot happen to me that most people a lot older than me haven't had to deal with. It just made me realise that people don't understand the world, even if they think they do.

It's just so strange how every single person is different.