Being an arsehole
Am I an arsehole? I don't think I am, but who decides on this, my housemate? Did he have a fancy what an arsehole I am? It certainly seems that way, I read my comments and found how much denial's put in them, simply denying my evil exists.
I can't see why people really don't like me, is it because I'm always doing what I want and I have freedom on a silver platter? Or is it simply that I'm doing things to people, and maybe that's what annoys them? Not just anything, doing things at them, which feels like an attack, or is this just a dream I'm having?
My imagination created this, I don't know what's real, could I be dreaming of this? Could this just be a nightmare when in the real world none of you exist and none of these devices exist? Or do you exist when your actions don't exist?
This is what it boils down to: being good simply equates to not doing anything, that's the whole lesson, I haven't done anything so why should I be guilty? Can anyone give me information on this?