I'm getting whiplash.

[qcontinuum]

So here I am going along being all nice and benevolent and giving people coffee makers and even *confiding* in them on occasion and acting like Mr. Nice Guy. And then someone pisses me off. So I decide to be an asshole for the evening. And you know what? It's fun, and I like it, and I don't know why I ever stopped.

What's with this sudden desire to make people like me? I'm Q. People have never liked me. That's the point. It seems idiotic for me to try to play nice. And yet I find myself slipping into it, going through periods where I actually feel as if gratuitously annoying people is actually immature and beneath me. As if.

I think perhaps I'll go interrogate soulvamp on this whole conflict between wanting to make people angry and upset and actually wanting to be *nice*. He's been through it before, maybe he's got some insight. (Of course, he also admits freely that he's a slave to love, which will be my problem right around the time the suns burn out and the universe contracts into a monobloc again.)

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Re: I did say "suns."

[kathrynjaneway.livejournal.com]

Even omnipotent beings want/need to know that they (and their actions) matter to someone else.