I have only psuedo-interests that center around what other people think I am good at. Everything I think and feel is based on my environment and the people in it. I genuinely don’t think I enjoy anything on an interpersonal level, and the things that do give me joy are evil. My thought patterns are full of hatred, and my perceptions of the people and things around me are filtered through a distorted lense. I feel little social joy. Because of this, I find myself faking everything during communal events. I have to force myself into every social situation, and furthermore, I have to force myself to feign interest in those around me. Such is the way of the bottom feeder, I suppose.
I am the social cancer of every community I enter. I am the gangrenous limb spreading necrosis to the core tissue of the body. I am patient zero in a massive contagion. I am the bolt of lightening that burns an entire forest to the ground. I am an inherently destructive force of negativity.
So I must be irradiated, amputated, quarantined, or extinguished; I must be stopped. Eliminate the fraud.