Many times on my blog, including the future, I’ve written
about the villains in my life. I’ve had
many, many people do me wrong over the years, or simply be evil people. Every time I think I see one that is the
winner, someone else shows up to take the cake.
From the drugged up woman whom I used to live next to that berated her
children in public, to the mother-in-law, to my own dad, I’ve seen a ton of
people do truly bullshit things to people or even to me.
But I’m here to say that I’m not immune to the
evils. In fact, I’ve never claimed to be
a hero, I’ve been a villain in many a person’s story. How could I be human and not be? But in the end, I have to live the best life
I can, and sometimes that means stepping on toes.
I still remember my old friends Sean and Rhonda. Two pretty impressive people, married for
some time when I met them, they had a small issue, they were living at his
parent’s place. It was taking a toll on
their marriage, but finally they made it out, moving into their own place. Soon after, marital troubles started. He was
spending time with another woman from work, whom was married as well, and the
wife had stopped enjoying home life.
From the outside it was obvious whom was at fault and
what needed to happen. I held my advice
until I was asked, and she ended up following it, though she made sure my
advice was just that, as she followed her own drummer. After a run in with the guy, in a public
place, he made veiled references that showed that he more or less blamed me for
his marriage falling apart. It was a
shame, I really enjoyed his company, but such is life, that and I think he
borrowed a book that I never got back, but that could have been someone else….
I’ve been around many a folk, in a work setting, that for
some reason or another just didn’t like me.
Maybe I had good ideas, maybe I was temp, maybe people they respected me
when they thought I didn’t deserve it.
For whatever reason, I had to put up with them railroading me in some
format. The time it was a boss, on their
last day of work they made sure that I was leaving as well….
Sometimes I’m flat out unsure what makes me the
villain. Sometimes it’s just my physical
presence. One of the best times, well…best
times to point at and say, “Look at this,” was a time in my teens when my
friends and I met some girls to go to the movie. It was just a hand shake, but the girl
instantly responded. She was revolted in
fact. Before we could even get inside
she had her friends take her home.
That moment is something that is not all that
uncommon. There is something intense
about me, there always has been. Some
people are drawn to it, some are scared away.
The ‘good’ psychics are quick to point it out, how my aura overpowers a
room. Who knows, maybe I missed my
calling as a creeper/murderer type person.
All I know for sure is that quite a few children like
me. I have a way with cats, the ones
that normally don’t like anyone will come to me. People hating me is something I just have to
live with. It’s just part of life and to
them all, I hope their lives are much better without me in it. But then maybe I should just take it all as a
compliment. I mean, only the best people
in the public eye have anti-them webpages….
