Most People Are Just Garbage.

I went running today, as I often do, though less now that I've let go of the schedule of running, reading, and the Sedona Method I was following. Anyway, there was a group of people, looked like maybe a couple of kids with a couple of younger adults, maybe not, I didn't really look (one guy in jail, who once asked me, "Do you have huge balls?" once also said, "You use your peripherals a lot, don't you?" Yes, I do), coming down the street. As I usually do, I ran across to the other side and went past them, not looking at them, sort of looking at the sun.

And, of course, as I passed, one or more of the little kids just started literally shouting at me. I don't know what they were saying, thanks to Blind Guardian, but I know it couldn't have been something nice, given that they were shouting it at me, in a mocking way. These people I have dealt with all my life.

You deal with enough people like this and you become a misanthrope, pretty much. Most people are just garbage, and they grow 'em like kids.