Sometimes I get plain overwhelmed by reading, watching and listening to people complain. I swear, some people are so miserable I don't know how they can continue living their lives without blowing their brains out. They hate loud music blaring from cars. They hate dog poop on the beach and the ground and the grass and unleashed dogs and cats. They hate gays and blacks and foreigners. They hate politicians and lawyers and hippies. They hate trailers and the people who live in them and mansions and the people who live in them. They hate hot weather and cold weather and snow and rain. They hate bugs and snakes and spiders. They hate pit bulls. They hate rednecks and socialities and poor people and rich people and stupid people and overly-intelligent people. They hate co-workers and waitresses and people on welfare and their family. They hate tattoos and piercings and ballcaps in restaurants. They hate ponytails and earrings on men. They hate smokers and drinkers and recreational drug-users. They hate people who pray in public and display religious symbols and atheists and creationists and Wiccans. They hate southern accents and Yankees and red meat and fried foods and people with AIDS and global warming and people who don't use their blinkers and SUV's and the price of EVERYTHING and I wonder how they can wake up in the morning and face another day filled with all this crap that they hate so damned much.
That's all.
-frolix