“We’re always the good guys. In D&D, we’re lawful good. In City of Heroes, we’re the heroes. In Grand Theft Auto, we pay the prostitutes promptly and never hit them with a bat.”

– The Big Bang Theory


What does it mean to be good?

Think about that for a second. How do you define the idea of goodness vs. wickedness? Perhaps you think of crime and innocence. Or morals written in holy texts. And that’s the beauty of it. I can’t predict what you dictate as good. Why is that?

Because everything is subjective in our world. Goodness and wickedness alike cannot be defined. Many would agree that murder is filed under ‘wicked,’ but some find it to be filed under ‘good’ under certain circumstances. Except, hold on, another beauty of the situation is that there aren’t pretty little filing cabinets with little white labels reading “good” and “wicked.” In fact, it’s much closer to a sliding scale. Everything is a certain percentage of good, and a certain percentage of wicked. How beautiful is that? One of my favorite things about our world is its subjectivity and ambiguity of the concepts around us, and how we each have our own idea of their meanings.

But I don’t say these things to confuse you. This is all a bigger part of the point of this vessel for my mind to pour itself out from time to time.

I love to write and I love to think. I love to view from different eyes and different lenses. My mind is a cavern with holes that lead to different dimensions. I find myself in a world of others who do not see in this way. Instead of finding others as lacking, I find myself as more than simply ordinary.

I simply wish to challenge, to debate, to ask questions that take thought. Don’t get me wrong, I do this every day. I watch 2001: A Space Odyssey over and over to find new symbols and new answers to questions it itself asks. I can mark up a book with a highlighter and a pen until every word holds a certain meaning. And as a girl who’s known for being decent in several different areas, my excellence is within my mind. But being quite secretive about my thoughts, Harlequin Perspective is an outlet, allowing a public view into my most intricately thought-out conspiracies and explanations, whether those be diligently woven nets of logic and reasoning, or barely-catching stickiness I’m merely throwing at a wall. You never can be sure what you’ll get if you do choose to come back.

Because in the end, all I want is to be the good guy. Whatever that means.

Past behind, future ahead, sky above, and voice within,