I Must Seem Like a Terrible Person

Sometimes I wonder how other people perceive me.  Most of the time, shortly after wondering, I think to my self, Fuck their opinions.  I don't give a shit.

But on those rare occasions I do give a shit, I ponder how other people see me, and I try to look at myself from a neutral perspective, judging as an outsider might, inferring from words I speak or write, and here's what I've concluded:

I must seem like a terrible person.

For example, if I didn't know me, I might look at a few of my past Facebook statuses to get a feel of what type of person I am.  Here they are in chronological order, going backwards:

1. "People of Facebook, stop liking things.  I really, really don't give a shit."
2.  "When I have children, I will name them Juggernaut, Alphons, and Death.  No wife of mine shall bear female offspring."
3. "Yes, being part of the Aryan* race is a requirement for dating me."
4. "Why do we love?"
5. And finally, "Fuck. This. Weekend.  FUCK!!!"

The last guy is only bad because I received a response from my aunt saying to tone down the language because her kids might read what I posted, and I only wanted to respond, "Fuck you."  I didn't, but I wanted to.

Well I'm here to tell you all today a secret.  It's a secret I've been keeping for a long time and one I never thought I'd tell while I was still alive.

I am not a bad person.  I'm mean.  I'm cruel.  I'm brutal.  But I always try to do the right thing, no matter how hard it might be.