Friday, November 15, 2002
Not a people person.
Lately, I just don't have the patience to deal with difficult people. My cup of misery is already filled enough as it is without having others add to it. People just have a penchant for pissing me off. I have no sympathy...
I don't care if you think you're better than other people.
I don't care if you think you're smarter than people.
Hell, I also don't care if you're my mother and it's your goddamn time of the month or if you're some punk I know from back in the day.
Violate my love for peaceful solitude and you risk your health.
I'd write more, but I instead I'll go dream of kicking people in the teeth in the midst of my seething, quiet storm, passive-aggressive anger. Sometimes I wish I was less of nice guy. If I had no conscience, it'd be a lot easier to be uninhibited and enjoy beating people down verbally/physically. Nothing quite like administering a good arse whoopin' to relieve rage.
(edit. rage makes for some poor grammar and spelling)
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