hi. my name is michele and i'm a misanthrope
I discovered something today. I mean, I've known it all along but I guess I'm just a bit late in admitting it.
I am a misanthrope.
If I could live the rest of my life without ever having to face another real live person (besides my immediate family, of course - and sometimes not even them) I would be a shiny, happy, well-adjust person.
I hate people. I hate people of all kinds. I hate the snooty clerk at Best Buy who sneered as I bought the Simple Plan cd for my son. I hate the lady with the ten inch fingernails in the supermarket who yapped on her cell phone the entire time she was shopping, making plans for her week long spa visit. I hate people who change their language so as not offend anyone within earshot; it's so phony and so obvious. I hate the posers on MTV and I hate baseball players who put their own bloated egos ahead of the team's needs. I hate the people who leave pamphlets on my car urging me to join them in their kingdom of whatever. I hate people who push religion down my throat because surely, as an atheist, I must be lacking something in my life. I hate teenagers who think the world owes them a living. I hate people who protest for one cause but try to sneak all their other little causes in at the same time and it becomes nothing but a hate fest. I hate people who claim to be pure of heart and spirit, because no one is. I hate the guy at the local comic book store who smells like stale cologne and has sweat stains on the armpits of every shirt he owns. I hate people who don't make their kids buckle up, drivers who don't use directionals, people who don't stop for school buses and anyone who drives a Hummer in the suburbs. I hate the moonbat liberals and their anti-semitism. I hate that chick from Trading Spaces, anyone associated with American Junior Idol and anyone who has been on a reality show where marrying a total stranger is the prize. I hate homophobes, racists and neonazis. I hate low talkers. I hate the guy at the gas station who tries every time to give me two or three more dollars worth of gas than I asked for. I hate the school adminstrators who feel the need to whitewash every single textbook so no one gets their feelings hurt. I hate the gym teachers who will only let the kids play non-competitive games. I hate everyone in Price Club. I hate people who answer questions with questions. I hate bloggers who have egos bigger than their bandwidth, bloggers who rip another blogger apart and close of the comments for that post, and bloggers who feel it is their job to make everyone in the world smile, smile, smile, whether they want to or not. I hate people who say "cheer up, it can't be all that bad," and people who try to make you smile even though you don't feel like it. I hate people who think the world shoud be a place filled with rainbows and fuzzy bunnies and flowers. I hate people who do not accept responsibility for their own actions, people who sue a company even thought it was their own stupidty that caused their problems, people who blame every single person but themselves for their kid's attitude problem.
I hate being in a bad mood, but these things happen.
Like I said, this weather better change soon before I start packing heat and I suddenly go crazy and climb a bell tower and try to shoot up the clouds. I'm pretty damn close to that.
Anyhow, I feel better for getting that all out now. Your turn. I'm headed over to the cofee and doughnuts.