Some villain I turned out to be.

Well, Well, Well.. look who finally decided to show his ugly mug.

Drop it, I’m not in the mood.

Oh, f’give me, masta! I’ll ignore the fact that you’ve ignored me for months.. what’s your beef?

I’m evil.

uh.. no, I’m pretty sure *I’m* the evil one here, but what makes you say that?

Well, I’m a pretty logical guy.. You remember that Will Smith movie, The Pursuit of Happyness?

uhuh..

Well, I remember that when I watched it, I didn’t quite get the vibe that everyone else was getting. You see, the movie was about this guy who was experiencing a series of unfortunate events..

Pretty sure that was a Jim Carrey movie, but go on..

Anyhoo, here’s this guy, with a kid, and not one soul, not even his best friend, will help him out? I mean, even on a bad day, if my worst enemy needed shelter for him and his child, I would never turn him away. Yet, that’s exactly what happened.. everyone he turned to had to say to themselves, “This guy, and his offspring, do not merit my aid.” So, logically, I can only assume that this guy must REALLY have been a dick! I mean seriously, nobody would help him!

uh.. I got nothing.. oh yea! What’s this got to do with you?

I’m a dick, too!

I blame your parents. What’d they think would happen if they named you Rich??

No, I’m serious! You see, I live in this interesting world. In my world, I believe I’m good, kind, charitable, understanding, loyal..

I get it, I get it

Right, sorry.. but yes, I think I’m one heck of a model human being. This cannot possibly be true.

Why so?

Well, when I reflect on what my life is like, I feel like I’m Will Smith’s character, lamenting woes, being the victim. However, when I observe the people around me, I notice that, to them, my woes are meaningless.

Care to elaborate?

Sure.. This one time, I had a group of close friends. One day, my closest friend betrayed me, big time. I expected all my other friends to rally by my side.. but they didn’t. They stayed neutral to the whole thing, so I distanced myself from them instead. For years I’ve told the story of my betrayal to those I’ve tried to befriend, but one by one, they’ve all befriended him as well. Even those who claim to love me, and hold me very dear, do not hesitate to frolic with my aggressor. So, as the king who eventually realized he was standing naked, I can only come to the conclusion that *I’m* the aggressor!

Don’t you think if you were the bad guy, that your friends would have told you?

I don’t think most people can be trusted to that, they want to remain happy friends with everyone.

Do you trust me, Focker?

Well, of course! You’re me, doofus!

Are you sure? Think about it, I’ll still be here when you’re dead and buried.

Yea but.. we’re getting off-target!

Like I said, I must be the bad guy, otherwise why would all my friends be ok with being friends with him??

What, You expect people to share your feelings because you gave him the key to the castle and he moved in?

What did you think was going to happen?

I dunno.. Loyalty? Family? Respect?

LOL! You’re not the villain, my friend.. but you sure are the village idiot.

But I’m the good guy!!!

Sure you are, buddy. I’ll leave you with this quote:

"..when you find yourself the villain in the story you have written,
It's plain to see,
That sometimes the best intentions are in need of redemptions.
Would you agree?
If so please show me."
Death Cab for Cutie, You Are A Tourist