Good

Good. Like...good what?

Good. Good this and good that and good morning. Good sex. Good intentions...

And you know, after a while, the word starts to look and sound a little strange, doesn't it? It looks like it's too long. Has too many "o's" in it. Any word that has too many of the same letters in it looks strange as far as I am concern. And it starts looking like maybe you really should purse your lips together like a fish and say, "good" rhymes with "lewd."

"Ghud" Sounds like the sound something makes when it hits the ground.

"Ghud"

Okay, I so don't know where I'm going with this. All I know is that some people out there think of the scale of "good" when they see the word. Good? What's better than good? And what's better than better-than-good?

As a child and teenager, even now, I was never good enough, and I will never be good enough. Nothing is ever good enough for me. There's always room for improvement, even if I rise to be the shining apotheosis of the paragon of animals. Yeah, got this line from a book I read the other day.

Others would talk about good, and its eternal opposite which is, bad. But what's good, and what's bad, and just who the fuck is the final authority on what comprises the two? And who has the right to pin either of those words on my shirt and make me wear it?

Why do I sometimes believe that I am such a bad person? When did it begin? People who pretend to like me come up to me and tell me I'm not bad, that I'm very, very good. Fantastic, even.

Nice.

Who are they to say I'm good? Who am I to say I'm bad? I am...me. that's it.

Look at it. Ghud.

Gooooood. Good news. Good living. Good fun.

Just good.

Good. Good. Gooooood. Good good good goodgoodgoodgoodgood.

Funny, right? No?

Goooooooooooooooooooooooood.