Musing Aimlessly
Walking up to the office yesterday morning, there's a slick Williamsburg-lookin' dude fine-tuning his metrosexually slicked-back hair in the window of the scooter store downstairs. He's dressed in expensive "casual" gear, pale leather jacket and designer jeans. His look is cool, determined, about to march into an office and take over the world.
He then proceeds to stroll over to the door into my building a few paces ahead of me, push confidently on what is clearly a pull door, and damn near puts his face through the glass.
I sauntered past him, frumpy and unshaven, overweight, wearing an old t-shirt that probably oughta be retired to the "sleepwear use only" drawer, and entered through the next door over while he regrouped. "Ha fucking ha," I thought.
Upon further reflection, I decided I'm not a very nice person. I think I am most of the time, and people I know seem to think so, but honestly, I would appear not to be. I just enjoy watching groovyfuckers get knocked on their ass too much to be considered nice. I know actual nice people. They hate it when bad things, even minor ones, happen to any people anywhere, even shitty ones. I tend to perceive said actual nice people as weak, in some small way, and that further supports the postulate that I am a fucking ASSHOLE. *sigh*
Of course, then I see shit like this and feel much better. And hate the world even more.
He then proceeds to stroll over to the door into my building a few paces ahead of me, push confidently on what is clearly a pull door, and damn near puts his face through the glass.
I sauntered past him, frumpy and unshaven, overweight, wearing an old t-shirt that probably oughta be retired to the "sleepwear use only" drawer, and entered through the next door over while he regrouped. "Ha fucking ha," I thought.
Upon further reflection, I decided I'm not a very nice person. I think I am most of the time, and people I know seem to think so, but honestly, I would appear not to be. I just enjoy watching groovyfuckers get knocked on their ass too much to be considered nice. I know actual nice people. They hate it when bad things, even minor ones, happen to any people anywhere, even shitty ones. I tend to perceive said actual nice people as weak, in some small way, and that further supports the postulate that I am a fucking ASSHOLE. *sigh*
Of course, then I see shit like this and feel much better. And hate the world even more.