Halo vs Horns

A little bit of satanic behaviour + A little bit of angelic magnanimity = Me.

This equation is true, I think, for all of us.

I'm not good all the time. I'm not bad all the time. I'm not that good when I am good, and I'm not that bad when I am bad.

I'll be the person who puts you down in public and humiliates you till you crack, but I'll also be the person who talks to you when you look upset, sometimes, the only one, or the first one who does.

I'll be the person who cracks jokes about you just to get a laugh out of people, and the fact that I do that so well won't help you here, yet, I'll be the person who will tell your bullies to back off and pick on someone their own size. They'll turn around and tell me that you are their size and that I need to back off. I'll turn around and tell them they need to grow a pair. And so begins the endless cycle once again.

I will be the one who will talk ill of her loved ones and aid you when you vent about just how much their ideals and principles are old fashioned and unjustifiable. Yet, I'll be the one who will sit back for a moment and at the risk of losing your trust or your ease with me, tell you that, perhaps, they have a point that deserves to be heeded to.

I will be the one who sneers at the crowd, but also the one people will end up calling the friendliest of them all.

It's a little scary that the bad parts flow easier up there ^.

I wonder if that makes you wonder if I'm a bad person.

I'm afraid I don't want to tell you what I am just yet.

I would like you to find out.

But there's something I can do.

I can tell you what I'm not.

I'm not the kind of person you'll ever get to label as stupid.

Possibly weird, freaky, eccentric, hyperactive, manic, hilarious beyond words, interesting to the point that it makes you doubt whether you have a personality in comparison, even smart enough to make you feel small enough to fit through a rat hole.

You know what's weird?

I don't know why I'm saying what I'm saying.

I come off as such a pathetic human when I know I'm not that. And I don't say I'm good because I'm arrogant or haughty, but because I believe that if you don't believe in yourself nothing can ever help you.

Being mean sometimes is a good thing.

Being mean implies being sarcastic, witty, humorous, and even sardonic at times.

It's a defense mechanism for me, like Chandler.

It gives me this rush and makes me a little stronger albeit temporarily.

The contempt, the adrenaline that flows through me as I try and defend myself in situations varying in intensity and reason.

That familiar rush.

It's good only sometimes.

It's my own personal massacre.

Nothing lasts forever.

Everything is transitory.

The time period may vary but it will end.

Whatever it is, it will.

That can be a good thing.

Trust me.