Good People

When I go for my wander along the coastline for exercise… most evenings… I often catch snippets of conversations from walkers who pass by.

It’s not like I’m intentionally eavesdropping. These people must think that they’re the only mob along the beach, and therefore can blare out their personal details in complete confidence.

Either that, or I should stop hiding in the bushes.

I actually alluded to this in a previous post, but a lot of the conversation snippets usually go along the lines of superlatives directed at the forlorn looking walker, assuring them that they won’t be alone forever.

I feel like grabbing these people and telling them, “Firstly, being alone ain’t all that bad! Secondly, out of the billions of people on the planet, someone is bound to find you worthy enough!”

But the question I ask is… if everyone I pass along the beach is a “good person” then why doesn’t everyone just get along with each other? Why can’t good people just waltz up to other such good people and simply have a conversation… because you know… we’re good people. We should get along like a petrol truck on fire… ‘cos we’re good people, you know.

But nah… that’d be weird.

Damn social expectations. Everyone is a good person; giving, gentle, kind, compassionate, smart, insightful, fun, generous, remarkable, inspirational.

One night I went out with some friends. I saw a girl checking me out. I went over and tried to strike up a conversation. She turned her back on me.

My response?

Yelling over the top of the loud music, I lean in closer to her ear so she could hear me, “Hey… I could’ve been the best person that you had ever met…”

She turns to me, a look in her eye as if she is about to give me the line to piss off.

“… and you just fucked it up.” I interrupted.

I walk off.

Further edit to this post: If you ever need proof that Andy isn't perfect, you may cite this post as it is totally admissible.

*shakes head*