Who's The Villian Now?

Something I've noticed, that in almost every situation there's always a bad guy. Whether it's a person, the weather, that pothole in the middle of the road, something is always out to mess things up. Everyone always seems to find a bad guy to blame for misfortunes or just not being satisfied with their day, themselves, or life in general. I've been the so called "villian" in so many situations lately. Perhaps it's a character flaw I need to work on, but I'm getting a little bit worn out from being blamed for the unhappiness of others. Maybe I'm not always a ball of sunshine, and sometimes I do tend to be a little upfront, but I like to think that I'm just for the most part - realistic. If you ask for my opinion, believe me, you'll get truth. People like to be in their little bubbles and pretend like their choices are perfect and nothing's wrong. Well - these yahoos need to stop asking me for advice. Plain and simple.

I've tried to bring more uplift to my blog entries than so called "whining" and darkness, but the darkness has been a little inevitable lately. It doesn't help that all I'm doing right now is listening to Massive Attack and drinking a 1/2 bottle of Chianti in my low lit living room - but, it suits the mood. Things could be worse. I think I'm just slowly getting over one of the worst weekends I've had in a very long time. This blog isn't about calling anyone out or pointing fingers, but I definitely had the most horrific set of houseguests come over (for the most part, uninvited mind you). They were the most disrespectful, ignorant, inconsiderate people that have ever spent 2 nights under my roof. Believe me, from now on the door is NOT always open. I will never make that mistake again. Long story short, even though I feel that way - the houseguests most definitely treated me as the "villian" - ironic. Maybe it's my "I don't care about anything" attitude towards things that make people easily blame me for so much? I don't get it anymore, and it's a true waste to keep thinking about it. I don't intentionally do wrong, and I say sorry when I know it's needed and it's right. Not. This. Case.

Something I've been doing prior to this weekend is surrounding myself around people who I truly get along with, who make me laugh, who help me think in different perspectives, who don't judge. Doing this has helped me weed out the bad and the ugly, and keep all of the wonderful. I've even had an interesting suitor cross my path - who's to say if he's ugly or wonderful? I think I'm a little scared to find out. I'm not used to the persistance and the chasing, but one thing is for certain - it's been flattering. It might be my insecurities not wanting it to really happen (real life over texts and Facebook messages), but why should I treat this person as a villian from the get-go? Perhaps I won't find love, but I definitely need to start having some more fun. Randomness is good for the soul - as is some soup. Time to eat.