Here’s a twist on the age old complaint of loneliness. Whether it makes a difference I don’t know, probably not.
Like the title says, my “problem” is that I just don’t like humans, and it’s not just that I haven’t met the right one. I’ve met some wonderful humans, even had great relationships that were better than any lovestory ever written. But the bottom line is I just don’t like humans they way they think, their polite hypocrisies without realizing it, or their outright malignity which we all keep under wraps.
Yeah I’m absolutely NOT excluding me from the set. If I met “me” I’d beat the shit out of him.
What I’m saying is that all humans are fucking slime by the way we’re made, and although we can pat ourselves on the back for living by the good book or whatever idealistic creedo we think we’re upholding, the truth is that we’re monsters and I want no part of us. Of me. Of any of this shit.
I think I just won the fucking loneliness game.