I don’t know if it is a byproduct of my life’s experiences or if I am just not connected to it any longer, but I find myself liking People less and less everyday. The reason I capitalized “people” is I mean the whole lot of Us. No, I don’t think your baby is cute… No, I don’t care to endure family for Christmas…. Yes, that makes your butt look FAT — your ass is fat without that… No, I don’t give a damn that your feelings are hurt. Could you put that cigarette down or just stop blowing smoke in my general direction! Yes, I mind if you cut in line in front of me you silly little dickslut, cockwhore, nutbag, mother of a whore, ruiner of all things good!!!!! Get the FUCK away from me! Step back! Get off you phone, there’s absolutely nothing that important that YOU are talking about right now! Stop breathing on me… No, just stop breathing! Fuck it, we are all doomed. And that’s just a glimpse at some of the things churning around my brain routinely when I leave my home, watch television, listen to the radio, take the dog for a walk, go out for a quick bite, TRY to get a decent looking bloke to shag me, or basically wake up in the morning. If I didn’t need a bloke to shag every now and again I think the dog and I could move of this rock to some nearby asteroid. But sometimes he gets on my nerves too. I always wonder if 007-James Bond or any other secret agent or solitary superhero and I have so much in common that I am forming my own little club of Solitary Men. Am I doomed? Has it clearly gotten away from me – humanity that is. I’m not talking that I’m antisocial or anything or going to attempt to put anyone down, just that it is evident to me that something is either wrong with You or wrong with Me. I don’t know which at this point and I have begun to believe it is pointless to try to figure which.
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