The subject of “bad” people has been of interest to me for a while now, and has become a frequent theme in my online, meme-ified writing. I think I began writing about this topic with an unconscious desire for redemption—I felt like I was a bad person, and I wanted to find an intellectual or spiritual framework that would give me the permission to go on. This is a state of mind I no longer find myself in (at least not to the degree that I’m consumed by it), but regardless, the writing, for as long as I neglect to archive it, lives on. I don’t disagree with all of this writing, but I do feel the need to expound upon it here, and first, give it context.
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