I'm not a nice guy
Jul. 26th, 2007 03:40 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
greybetaWhen someone meets me for the first time, they usually get the wrong impression of me. I don't know why, but a lot of people tend to think that I'm a "nice guy" the first time they meet me in person.
The whole "nice guy" comment is usually the segue into one of my vitriolic rants on the world. And usually the conversation ends with them being completely confused.
That's because while I say and do mean things, I do kind acts from time to time. Actions may speak louder than words, but man do people ever talk too much these days.
My main vehicle for my channeling my pessimism is sarcasm. Did you know that sarcasm comes from a Greek word that literally means "to tear flesh"?
That's right, when I use sarcasm, I am "tearing flesh". That is to say I am ripping at the facade of a situation to reveal its inner truth.
The scary thing is when I wield that weapon of sarcasm against people. And I've found that quite a few people struggle with the fact that they are not good people.
Bad people never think of themselves of bad people. Even worse, their friends often allow them to wallow in their own putrescence because of the bad person's stubbornness.
Well, I've learned to use restraint in social situations. Yet the instant someone says something ludicrous, you bet I'm going get right there in their grill.
This is about the time I get the "I thought you were cool" crap. This is also the time where I give them the "People think I'm cool because I'm brutally straightforward and honest" spiel.
Heaven forbid they use the "If you want to remain my friend, please stop saying what you're saying" line. That's because they'll instantly receive one of the coldest responses ever:
Losing a friendship like yours wouldn't be that big of a loss anyways.
The whole "nice guy" comment is usually the segue into one of my vitriolic rants on the world. And usually the conversation ends with them being completely confused.
That's because while I say and do mean things, I do kind acts from time to time. Actions may speak louder than words, but man do people ever talk too much these days.
My main vehicle for my channeling my pessimism is sarcasm. Did you know that sarcasm comes from a Greek word that literally means "to tear flesh"?
That's right, when I use sarcasm, I am "tearing flesh". That is to say I am ripping at the facade of a situation to reveal its inner truth.
The scary thing is when I wield that weapon of sarcasm against people. And I've found that quite a few people struggle with the fact that they are not good people.
Bad people never think of themselves of bad people. Even worse, their friends often allow them to wallow in their own putrescence because of the bad person's stubbornness.
Well, I've learned to use restraint in social situations. Yet the instant someone says something ludicrous, you bet I'm going get right there in their grill.
This is about the time I get the "I thought you were cool" crap. This is also the time where I give them the "People think I'm cool because I'm brutally straightforward and honest" spiel.
Heaven forbid they use the "If you want to remain my friend, please stop saying what you're saying" line. That's because they'll instantly receive one of the coldest responses ever:
Losing a friendship like yours wouldn't be that big of a loss anyways.
