Big F**king Mood: A New Narrative

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I hate people I hate people I hate people I hate people I hate other human beings. Conscious human beings. Living, breathing, talking, moving, human beings. This planet is beyond over populated with people and their inherent stupidity, the incessant need to talk and socialize. Why can't people ever just be alone anymore? What is the insipid obsession with being around other people? Other ridiculous human beings who share the same base emotions and opinions and the unnecessary urge to freaking talk about nothing.

Why do people talk about nothing? Why do people need to ask such vapid questions about the weather or work or life, as if anyone wants to talk about these things? As if anyone is actually interested.

Ask me about my favorite poem and why. Ask me about my opinion on how sunlight filters through leaves. Ask me what the most amazing thing I've ever seem is. Ask me about how I'd like to live my life and where I want to live it. Ask how I'd prefer to die, which I will because everyone dies. Everyone has a short, finite amount of time on this planet. Which is why I will never, ever understand why people spend so much of it asking all of the inane questions that drive people out of their minds with their tedium. Such conversations are so boring, so unbelievably, excruciatingly dull; and I will not spend the few precious years I have on this earth indulging and encouraging such moronic behavior.

- a result of social anxiety