I don't know if I like myself but I enjoy myself. I'm just another terrible human. The older I get the more convinced I am that people are just foul creatures and that I'm really no different. It seems oddly old testament, fire and brimstone of me. My mind has often lingered on the idea that life isn't fair but it can be fun. Maybe my mental health is a little off kilter. I'm intensely focused on surviving 80+ hour work weeks without breaking. I don't think I'm in bad shape just in a mindset to do what I need to do.
It's funny, I keep finding new highs of kindness and selflessness to inspire me, and new depths of depravity to scare the bejeezus out of me. I've mostly accepted that as cynically fun it is to say something to the effect of 'People can't surprise me anymore,' there will always be someone, somewhere doing something unexpected. I enjoy finding those people.The older I get the more convinced I am that people are just foul creatures