I Don't know?

I don’t know if I’m a nice person? I don’t know? I have awful thoughts about people, but I pass that off as just my arse of humour, it is dark. 

[17.01.2026, reading back over this, I came across this, my arse of humour, it is dark. I love that, and I am uninclined to correct it. You know, if it makes you laugh, how wrong can it be?

I really wanted to include an image of my black arsehole, but thought blogger might have popped it's plug. Like Carla, the HR bitch who always had red splattered shoes at work.] 

I do things that favour me and then bitch about selfish people. I don’t know that I’m overly generous. But then, I’m good at not getting caught up in other people’s shit. I’m good at keeping people’s confidences. You know, secrets. I tend to be easy going. But, I lack empathy, I think sometimes. Things that upset other people, you know when they hear the sad plight of somebody and get upset, not me. I just don’t get upset by sad stories of people I don’t know. I don’t cry at stranger’s misfortune like so many other people seem to. I don’t feel inclined to sign petitions regarding injustices, despite feeling strongly about equality in the world.