squeegee joined in and replied with this 11 years ago, 19 minutes later[^][v]#546,707
yes! interestingly almost everyone considers themselves a good person regardless of their actions!
even serial killers tend to see themselves as "good people"
so yes! i can confidently say that i AM a good person. now that may not be true, i have no idea, i can only go off how i feel. and i feel right and justified and good about everything i've ever done in my life. except for a couple of times where i've made mistakes and done something bad i couldn't justify, but, largely my behavior is good so i can just ignore the few times i've done bad things in my life.
of course i hold other people to a different standard and i'll hold permanent grudges and not forgive people who trespass against ME, but, that's their fault not mine.
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Anonymous C joined in and replied with this 11 years ago, 4 minutes later, 23 minutes after the original post[^][v]#546,708
@previous (squeegee)
Aren't you technically a nigger though?
Anonymous D joined in and replied with this 11 years ago, 5 minutes later, 28 minutes after the original post[^][v]#546,710
not really but at least I'm not postmortem
Anonymous E joined in and replied with this 11 years ago, 49 minutes later, 1 hour after the original post[^][v]#546,722
Yeah, I'm gonna go with mostly a good person. I try, but I have my moments. I hate people from time to time. It's nothing soul-crushing... mostly petty really.
Old Lady who sits in the middle of the grocery store "out" door with her cart parked sideways carefully looking at her receipt: HOW THE EVERLOVING FUCK DO YOU NOT GET THAT YOU ARE BLOCKING EVERYONE ELSE'S ACCESS OUT OF THE STORE?? I sometimes hope there's a fire and people trample you. Holy shit, how do not get the constant "excuse me" and "coming through" hints as people squeeze by your cart??
People buying scratchers: What the holy fuck?? Seriously? I want a pack of cigarettes and have exact fucking change, and I get stuck behind Mr. I-need-a-scratcher-no-not-that-one-not-that-one-the-other-one-and-yeah-the-one-two-over-no-not-that-way-the-other-two-over-oh-no-I-meant-two-up-because-holy-fuck-they're-all-numbered-and-I-can't-figure-that-out. Anyway, Mr. scratcher needs to scratch his fun out at counter while you wait and then become terminally confused about whether he won. He will ask the cashier, scan the ticket multiple times, and then argue with the cashier that it might be a winning ticket... I'm still waiting to just buy some fucking cigarettes with exact change... Wait! Mr. scratcher needs another ticket! It's number... No He's going to point and gesture and hem and haw and pace about. I seriously hope you die by indecisiveness one day.
Okay maybe no. I don't really wish these people any real harm, but I have these thoughts in the moment. Very "Why do you even exist??" thoughts. I have similar feelings about people who can't get their coffee orders right and just keep asking the barista, "Is that good?", so maybe I am just a person with a thing about inefficiency and clueless people in queues? Anyway, these are the people I hate the most, on a day-to-day basis. I feel bad hating just about anyone, but some people just drive me up a fucking wall. How do you not realize that you have had 20 minutes in line to figure out what to order at Starbuck's, which you have presumably been to before, with the menu in plain sight, and you don't give it a fucking thought until you reach the counter?? What the actual fuck is wrong with you?
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Killer Lettuce !!iNo3FkiZx joined in and replied with this 11 years ago, 2 minutes later, 1 hour after the original post[^][v]#546,723
I'm good enough, I suppose.
Anonymous G joined in and replied with this 11 years ago, 5 hours later, 6 hours after the original post[^][v]#546,815