This morning I’m not in the best of moods, not sure why. Maybe the storm, or the dreams I had last night, or maybe it’s just because it’s Tuesday. And because I’m in just a grumpy place today, I’m going to let out a rant this morning.
Why do we always hate the bad guys? Why can’t we love them? Writers of the world, I want to feel for the bad guy every once in a while. And who’s to say they are bad to begin with? What if they are acting as they know, deep down in their souls, to be the right thing? I want to root the bad guy on every now and then! Oh but no, no, no. The bad guy is there to make the life of the good guy hell. They are evil to the core and have no redeeming qualities.
Ask yourself this writers of the world, how do we know the bad guy is the bad guy? What if he only comes across as the bad guy to the good guy? Example: A woman, desperate to feed her child, sneaks into another mans house and steals a loaf of bread. The man catches her and shots her before she can snag the bread. If she had managed to steal that loaf, his children would have gone hungry. Who’s the bad guy? To the man, the woman is the bad guy for trying to steal the food from his children’s mouths. To the woman, the man is the bad guy for keeping her from feeding her child. See what I mean? It’s all about perspective.
And I’m done with the rant. Thank you.