Once, a long time ago, I was a good person. i used to care about people and i was genuinely interested in helping people. I would sit on the phone for hours listening to people go on about how shitty things seemed for them and try to console them. I would stay up for hours with people if they cam to me with problems and just wanted someone to be there for them. I would lend money and offer things to people who were having a rough time if they needed it and I could afford it. Hell, some times I couldn't afford it. In a nutshell, I was a nice person.
And people walked all over me. If I needed things, no one offered to do a damn thing for me. No one listened when I needed someone to talk to. No one offered to help me when I needed it. In the end, I would always find myself along and chatting to a plastic spider as my only friend that I could really trust.
I learned a long time ago that I need to be in this for me. I am no longer a nice person. I feel no pity for anyone who falls. I will not stop to help my fellow man. I have become a self centered individual who will only do for others if I know it will have some personal gain for myself.
But I guess, in the end, isn't this how everyone is? Aren't we all just looking out for our own. How many people do you really know who do things just to be kind. I mean, even many "good Samaritans" are just good to ensure their place in a fictitious heaven they believe is real. So I guess I'm just like everyone else now. Perhaps I always was an just didn't realize it.
Eh, who cares... Buy pigface! They're fun!
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