"I'm a bastard... but I'm not a FUCKING bastard."

I know I've been villainized by my actions in the past. Lotta folks believe I am a cold and hateful person.
Sure, I got a lotta anger. But it don't mean I'm a mean and nasty person... all the time. When I went back to people and apologized and asked to be forgiven about half accepted. One of the things I told people was "Just cuz someone is being a bastard to you or your kind online doesn't mean they're really a bastard in real life."
Today was a sobering moment for me because going to work as I went through the parking lot there was a little old lady in the parking lot. You know how a lot of cars have the spring in the door and sometimes it tries to close if it's not all the way open? That happened to her, she was trying to get in to turn the car on and get the AC going while she got her groceries in the car. Each bag weighed less than one pound, because the heaviest bag was a 16 ounce potato salad. The door closed on her and she wasn't strong enough to push the door open when I came along. So I got her in her car safely and loaded her groceries and made sure she was okay.

Thing is, even being a bit of a bastard to these people and as much anger I STILL have towards many if I encountered any of 'em odds are I'd still help them in a moment of need.
Some may have a catch though.
"Okay, I saved your butt this time. Now you owe me permission to pop you across the jaw. Then we're even."
That's pretty much to those who wouldn't forgive or only half heartedly in a roundabout sense said "Maybe someday if you turn into a better person and decide that everything i the world is porn and only porn shall be worshipped" type of thing. Sure, I'd help them out.
but I'd still probably pop 'em.