Am I a good judge of character?

You gotta be fucking kidding me.

I am the absolute worst at judging characters.

I always seem to surround myself with people that either get their kicks from my mental health issues, want to use me as their door mat, or who exhibit absolute glee while sticking the knives in my back.

I try so hard to not me like my father and I try to see the good in people.

But, because of my dysfunctional life I end up trusting all the wrong people.

I think that this is one of the reasons that I like to be left alone.

My father traded my mental health and wellbeing for his career in the Canadian Armed Forces when he agreed to what he agreed to back in 1980.

My mother, sure my father abused the Defence Establishment Trespass regulations like lots of other fathers did back in the ’60s, ’70s, ’80s, and ’90s and had her chucked out of the military supplied housing. But she could have tried. And she didn’t.

So, I thought that trying to not be like my father would be the safe way to live my life. Sadly, what I’ve learnt is that assholes like my father are the ones that end up winning.

But, not being like my father in a world where liars, thieves, and crooks get ahead meant that I was just setting myself up to get royally fucked by the porcelain people who have never had to endure a single scratch on their delicate skin.

And the fact that I actually set myself up for this due to my piss poor ability to judge the character of a person means that I have no one to blame but myself.