Over the years, meeting new people has become a masterclass in human psychology. When you have a naturally observant personality, you don’t just hear what people say - you watch how they present themselves. And if there is one consistent pattern I have noticed above all else, it’s this: the people who try the hardest to prove they are "good people" are almost always the ones you need to watch out for.
I’ve never understood the deep-rooted need to audit one's own morality to a complete stranger. If you are genuinely kind person you don't need a billboard. Your actions do the talking. But time and time again, individuals enter my life with an aggressive resume of their own righteousness. (And I really don’t know what it is about that attack these types of people). But they want me to see them as the ultimate protector, the loyal friend, or the selfless soul.
And then funny thing is … I’m patient. I keep them around for a while,I watch, and I learn. And every single time, the truth reveals itself.
The Tiresome Game of Hidden Realities
What I’ve learned from keeping these performative people close is that their loud goodness is usually just a smoke screen. Deep down, they are harboring secrets they don't want the world to see. They keep them hidden incredibly well, wrapped tightly underneath a pristine public image.
It really must be exhausting. It has to a tiresome, non-stop game of chess game where they are constantly trying to stay one step ahead of their own reality.
Now, let me make one thing clear: it is not my job to expose them. I am not the keeper of their closets, and I have no desire to shout their secrets from the rooftops. But just because I am quiet doesn’t mean I am blind. Being an observant person means I see the cracks in the armor long before it falls apart. I just rest easy knowing that a higher power sees it all, and one day, inevitably, the mask will fall on its own.
Embracing the Villain Era
The funniest part of this cycle isn't even the hidden secrets - it’s how the story ends.
These people actively choose to walk into my life, working overtime to convince me of their stellar character. Yet, when the relationship inevitably reaches its expiration date … usually because their simulation starts failing or they realize I see right through them and the narrative shifts dramatically. Suddenly, they need a scapegoat to protect their fragile image.
The easiest solution? Make me the bad guy.
They will twist the story, paint themselves as the victim, and try to convince whoever will listen that I am the problem. But if playing the antagonist in their twisted little fairy tale means I get to walk away with my peace of mind and my integrity intact?
I will gladly accept being the villain. Woo ha ha ha.
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