It’s funny looking back, we can all wear the tinted glasses and imagine that we dealt pretty well with failure and strife when at the time we were all at sea.
Many times the bad is what you get before the good, it’s the universe’s way of making us appreciate the happy times. If life was great all the time there would be no great times, just times.
At one point the universe seemed like such a meanie I decided to never help anyone again, this is that story, the story of the Bad Samaritan. (It should be noted that I am now the Good Samaritan, or at least he mildly nice one).
I’m the Bad Samaritan.
I’m an idiot. I’m an idiot because even though I know it’s stupid, I still do kind things. I’m an idiot because I know that when I do kind things I am going to be judged, judged about what I am after, about exterior motives.
Apparently you cannot do anything in today’s world without some secret agenda behind it. So why should I bother? In fact I’m slowly starting to learn not to.
My fingers have been burnt once to often, now I no longer care. It seems that no one else does. I do plenty for others, and although I don’t expect any reward; it would be nice if sometimes others did something kind and spontaneous for me.
Who am I kidding.
I am better off not doing anything for anyone else. Won’t get hurt that way. Won’t have anyone look at me like I’m some kind of wet blanket, a puppy who comes back for a constant kicking. Being kind is a the quickest way to being taken for granted. The Bad Samaritan beats the man on the side of the road to take his money.
So here is my manifesto:
You want me to be kind to you? Be kind to me first. I probably don’t deserve it, but I don’t care I want someone to do something nice for me. Then I will ask you what you want, then I will tell you that people are only nice as they are after sex, then I will make you feel like a piece of crap.
Do you know why there are so few kind people in this world, because the selfish people have crushed our souls. Altruism and being nice are no longer as important to having good looks and being the alpha male treating others like pieces of trash.
Welcome to the world of the selfish gene.
Even when I was writing that I was merely blowing off steam, I knew that I wasn’t going to change and if I did then what was I going to win? An easier life, not likely I would just be the same but that bit meaner.
I knew it was going to be alright, even if I didn’t show it. In the end I did help people, and they helped me, and there was nothing in it for them. It is very hard to be the Bad Samaritan when you find yourself in the company of the good.
Tell us about a time when everything seemed to be going wrong — and then, suddenly, you knew it would be alright.