I’m not a nice guy.
My regular readers will recall that a few months ago we were having trouble with one of the people in the house we shared. He was constantly getting drunk, making noise, stealing from other residents, and even walked into our bedroom while he was naked from the waist down. The last part made me really angry but I kept to my normal routine and talked to him trying to get him to see how out of order he is. A few days later we walked into our kitchen and caught him in the middle of stealing from us. All my talking and reasoning had convinced him I was weak and afraid of him, so I’d never do anything to stop him, right? Wrong. I dragged him into the hall and had him up against the wall by his throat. I screamed abuse in his face as I lifted the fat fuck off the ground using one hand and he begged me not to hurt him. And then Kim’s gran got ill and we went away for three months to look after her.
We’ve been back a week or two now and nothing of ours went missing while we were away, nor has it now that we’re back. I taught that man fear and he’s living everyday with it now. He barely leaves his room. Yesterday, Kim and I came out to do something in the kitchen and he was just ahead of us. I stopped at the top of the stairs and smiled, watching him descend. As he reached the bottom and turned towards the kitchen he glanced up at me and his face was the picture of terror. We went down, deliberately getting in his way and he stayed back. He went to put some food in the oven and I made a slight gesture with my hand, motioning Kim forwards. He took three steps back to get the hell outta our way.
I’m bullying him and I’m enjoying every moment of it for what he thought he was putting us through. Told you I’m not a nice guy. But I am an honest one, and that’s really what this post is about.
I’m doing the wrong thing here but it’s made our lives much more livable. Selfish? Yes. Necessary? Unfortunately so. Am I feeling bad about it? Yes, but I’m not feeling bad about what I’m doing. More because of the fact that we live in a world where I have to do it.
People do the wrong thing all the time for the right reasons. Hell, recent events on here have taught a few of you that. The world has never been black and white, we just believe all that Disney crap as kids. Good people doing the wrong thing for the right reason are behind half of the conflict in the world. The other half belongs to good people doing the right thing for the wrong reason.
We’ve all seen it before. Someone goes over to a charity collector and sticks a ten pound note in the tin because it’s the right thing to do, despite the fact they passed by and ignored a homeless guy to get to the charity collector. They go to church every Sunday and count their brownie points to getting into paradise when they die. The husband and wife never talk anymore but they stay together for the kids, not realising they’re keeping the kids in a constant hellish living environment. These are the people who make the world a worse place. They don’t actually care about what they’re doing and how it affects other people, it’s all about the reward they get at the end. I realise some of the people reading this will fall into the latter category and be offended by my words. Others will think I’m a monster for what I’m doing to the bastard that messed with us for so long. Well, I did warn you earlier on…
I’m not a nice guy.