I Hate Everything

You know what makes it reallllyyy hard to hate a person? Like reallllyyyy reallllyyyy hard? Facebook. More specifically the Facebook wall. A post from a doting parent, admiring friends, a devoted spouse/ lover... Knowing that at least one person in this world loves them just kind of takes the steam out of things. Because no matter how awful or annoying or just generally non-functional you may think they are, someone somewhere cares about them! (And would report you to the police if you did something bad to them) It kinda puts things into perspective... I mean, aside from the wrench it throws into the elaborate schemes you've cooked up in your twisted, twisted mind... it makes you think that maybe, just maybe, if you could get over yourself that  you're missing something.

Maybe.

Sigh... growing up is no fun at all. I much prefer the days of self-righteous angst.