People are bad.

Right?

Have you ever held the door open for someone who hasn’t said thank you?

Smiled at them as they passed by only for them to look straight through you?

Have you ever worked in customer service?

Tell me you’ve never spurted out a naughty word, muttered something about karma or perhaps just even mentally put a bullet between someone’s eyes?

No?

I think you’re lying.

Sometimes I think people are good. I think they can chose to be.

I think everyone actively makes the choice to be good or to be bad. In the same way the chose what route to take to work, or what to have for dinner. It’s so mundane it isn’t even funny.

Do I give this homeless man my lose change? Do I ask the child who’s alone where their parents are?

I mean really, how hard is it to crack a smile? Or say ‘thank you?’

My mother always said manners cost nothing.

Neither does murder. It requires only method and conviction.

Believe me, I have conviction enough.

There are annoying people of course, but then there are bad people.

People who when they talk to you, you just know they’ve done something bad.

There’s something in their eyes that warns you there’s something bad putrifying in their core.

You don’t want to believe it, but deep down you know you’re right.

Janey ignored this feeling. Janey’s eyes are closed now.

That is my conviction. I do not need anything more.