I’m not a very nice person, so why do I try to hide from it? I should really just accept ME as ME and work on the basis of, ‘if you cannot accept me as me; fuck off’. There ya go. It’s dead simple. I’ve just merged my old blog into my new blog. Let’s just examine the entire package. Let’s not hide behind history or a name change or similar. “I am what I am”, sayeth Gloria Gaynor, and let it be known that I am what I am too! Why try to some someone or something I’m not? I was mistersarcastic and it was a moniker that suited. I don’t know what I was trying to achieve with my reinvention. Certainly not escape. You cannot escape from yourself. You cannot escape from what or who you are.
So there it is, warts ‘n’ all, the full six years of blog history laid out for the casual reader to read and review.
I might not be a very nice person, but I am happy being me.
Don’t feel bad about it, every day I’m alive I grow more and more angry and cynical, it’s apart of getting older.
Truly, you are dead right.
I only know you through your blog, a few photos, and a bit of casual twitter banter; however I wouldn’t bother with any of that if I thought you ‘might not be a very nice person’. Fortunately that’s not how you come across at all.
Lucky me, eh?
This is a horrible thing to say: But, it’s possible to be a nice person and be an awful friend, and vice versa. Just depends whether your interests match up. It’s not surprising if you can just cast people aside when all you’ve put into the relationship is effort and all you get out of it is invitations to do more stuff that you don’t really enjoy
It’s a lot of work being around people who don’t share your interests – one of you’s going to have to sacrifice, one of you’s going to get fucked. And over time that will make anyone hard and uncaring. Compassion is a finite resource and it needs time to recover.
I think that it’s a lot easier to be a nice person if you actually know what you enjoy and can indulge in it with others who share similar joys.