Imagine when there was a day where you went to the wet-market to get some fruits. Due to a moment of indolent, you did not pick the fruits yourself and allowed the stallholder to take the job for you.
When you reached home, you realised that half of all the fruits you bought were all rotten on the outside. Hopeful of the other half, you cut them and found out that the core is rotten as well. By now, most must have been ranting off their bloody mouth cursing and swearing at the stall-holder.
Did you ever try and find out who's fault is it exactly before pin-pointing the blame?
Or isit our human nature to shirk all our own responsibility and escape scott free psychologically?
Did anyone think through the process of whose fault is it in the first place?
Even if you did that, do you have the courage to admit that it was your own fault?
So is the rotten core actually refers to us humans?
We look perfectly allright on the outside but what is exactly inside?
Just a damn bag of bones inside which inculcates fear.
Another moral of this story is that,
never understand a person too well, or else, ur relationship might sour.