I have recently obtained the moniker of ‘Bad Human’ from one of my colleagues. If I said this didn’t disturb me somewhat, well I would be lying – but hey, I actually have a sardonic smile on my lips each time I am referred to as such. Sure, we all want to be good people, and truth be told, I consider myself to have been a good person for all of my short life thus far – perhaps that’s why I am inclined to let my bad boy side shine.
I guess he started calling me this, and it has stuck with other mates, because I am cold. I will not miss a chance to use my wit when someone slips up, and all is fair in love and war right? At the end of the day, it is just a nick name, and something that my friends and I can have a laugh to. Who want’s to be a ‘Good Human’ anyway? We all know that ‘good’ people are taken advantage of by the system – no one tries to impress good people, well – because good people are already impressed, by… something… who knows what it is exactly?
Good people seem to be the ones that are stuck trying to impress other people – with their random acts of kindness, and glowing hearts… who want’s a person like that around? All they do is make us feel worse about ourselves, albeit inadvertently. I take solace in the fact that there really aren’t that many good people about anyway. The worst piece of the puzzle is that when you find someone who you think is good, they always end up screwing up; quickly losing the halo you pre-maturely placed on their head, no one wins in those situations!
So, I am happy with being a ‘Bad Human’ it sure beats being a mosquito with a heart of gold, or a frog that swings neither way. Why don’t I just stick with being bad, and if you don’t like it, feel free to use me as a case study, and learn from my no doubt lavish mistakes.