...some people, anyway.Not a lot, not always. Just...sometimes. Just a little. Because, sometimes, people disgust me so, so much.It makes me sick and miserable and the only thing that makes me feel better is a small, unkind comment. And people laugh with me. And, of course, I tell myself they deserved it.
If I don't say it, how will they ever learn?
(That's the anthem of the unkind, folks.)
It's not as if I don't know I'm being an *******.
I know. And for a little while it makes me happy.
Never for for long.
(Because when you realise who you really hate, who really disgusts you, well, it's hard to remember the petty wit you love so much as anything but pathetic.)