Nice Guys Finish Last

I sometimes think it must feel great to be a prick sometimes. Especially when dealing with hypocrisy. It’d feel great to let loose sometimes, point the finger back the direction it’s currently aimed, accusingly.

I like to think that it does make a difference, trying to be a better person. Bringing benefits to the lives of others. That I don’t need to tell tales to try and get sympathy. And we’re not in a playground now, surely we can all grow up a little? Apparently not. Gossip can be fun and I am part of all of this new media stuff to share things about me and my life. I want to be able to engage new people in different conversations.

But.

But some things really don’t need to be shared like that. I find I don’t care about the argument that has been repeated for the thousandth time. I really couldn’t care less about such ridiculously tedious issues that have been blown up beyond all comprehension. Again. What I have discovered to affect me is the knowledge that these events are twisted and flipped and suddenly 5, 10, 100 or more (damn Twitter!) people have entirely the wrong impression. The overriding feeling is disappointment, that my image is tarnished, trust lost because of another agenda. To try change this paradigm means showing that pictures are more than just black and white. And to drop my level to their’s. Which I won’t do.

But don’t worry I’m sure another blog will provide “all” of the details soon enough.