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It only takes about two semesters of liberal arts college to convince you that you're not a good person. Or at least that you have no way of knowing whether you are or not. After a couple of sociology and philosophy courses, it becomes painfully obvious that being kind and courteous to others is in your best interest, which means that the most evil and self-serving people, would, with proper foresight, act pretty much like everyone else unless they had a specific and immediate goal in mind.
So that's my excuse for not being able to say, with certainty, that I'm an objectively good person. But the thing is, I've realized recently that I don't actually care that much. And I certainly don't care if you're a good person.
I've found it's a lot easier to concern myself with a person's actions than their motivations. I don't really care if you're secretly plotting against me, as long as you're fun at parties. A girl who laughs at my jokes because it's part of her diabolical plan to ruin my life is infinitely preferable to one who wants to stay home and clean her kitchen, but wishes me the best. I have every confidence in future-me to deal with tomorrow.
I'm Dan. I'm probably free next Friday, too.
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