I Hate People

They are trite, stupid ( who decided we were really intelligent anyway?), petty, locked up for life with no chance for parole ( Emotionally and mentally), boring, annoying, and well, stupid. It's a good thing I'm so smart and charming, and don't share any of those characteristics, otherwise, I'd have no social life. Oh, wait, I don't. Yeah. Tell me why I should care. I have a better time with my sister's dog than most people. Although that pathetic excuse for a domestic animal is dumber than rocks. Literally. At least a rock has the sense to just sit there and be an inanimate object. This thing runs around, ******** on the floor, and eating stuff that would make the Cupchicks sick. But anyway, I was ragging on people, not animals.

I don't like people. I mean, I love chicks and ****, but really only for sex. Every one I'd actually be interested in isn't interested. Such is life. Dumb ***** are okay for a week or two, until they are too much of a hassle, or they cheat on you, because you have a small penis. And guys are no better. Either you end up fighting, or they are boring, interested in stupid **** like spectator sports, r worse, interactive ones. Look, I like a game of pool or cards, but these are entertainments, not the end-all be-all of existence. Or they might be, I don't have a good answer for that one yet. But still. Nascar? Hmmm. I think I'll sit on the couch and watch a bunch of cars go around, and around, and around,....... I'd rather watch a blank wall. Then I might actually have a thought, instead of letting my brains leak out my eyes. Sides, I've actually done some pretty intense driving myself, and while it's fun, it's not fun to watch unless there is an accident.

So, pretty much what the whole point of this is, is that I have no social life, and I'm alright with that. I don't like people. They don't like me. Don't come knocking on my door to go to the bar, cause I could care less. If I want to meet chicks, and have a decent chance of scoring, for a reasonable amount of money, I can go to the massage parlor up the street. Besides, they know me there. Oh, and yes, I do tak this way in real life. And, take it with a grain of salt. Sometimes we all do things we aren't proud of, and having to pretend I like people is one of them.

Socklord Socklord
31-35, M
2 Responses Dec 27, 2008

That's ******* awesome! Except for the fact your neighbor used to be me. Party, party, party. Fighting, drunken yelling, sex in the parking lot...... So, maybe you'd feel better if you just went over and joined in. Or went over with a .45. I don't reccomend that though. It has so many unpleasant ways to end. But hey, you can always teach a toddler to flip people off!

Please. Garlic Cheddar would be nice.