Do you want to be?
Try as I might from time to time, my Whiteness always subsumes the Darkness and I find myself being responsible and helping others and giving a damn. C'est la vie.
Being evil doesn't necessarily mean you're out sacrificing goats to the demons in a thamaturgical triangle, it could be as simple as taking the last thing on the shelf when the person beside you clearly wanted it.
It's the little things that count. You'll never be remembered by name, but somewhere, someone will always curse "that fucker that took the last pack of charmin."
My benchmark for a good day is how many people did I help and to what degree did I help them. Making the world a better place one proprioceptive adaptation at a time.
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