I'm starting to feel like I'm a bad person...or, at the very least, a bad Wiccan.
I don't like people.
I'm not saying that I don't like ANYONE...but people, in general, get on my damned nerves. I've taken to staying home more often than not and using those self checkout lanes in the store just so that I don't have to talk to or look at anyone.
And the unfortunate genetic combination who works the drive-thru window at the local Burger King makes me want to vomit profusely all over the floorboard of my van.
I want to be a hermit. I want to buy a large plot of wooded land and clear out a big circle right in the middle. That's where I'll build my dream house. Not only will it be surrounded by trees, but I will also have constructed a 10 foot tall stone fence surrounding the entire property with a big steel gate as the only method of entry. I will grow my own vegetables and raise my own livestock. I will shop solely through the internet. I will surround myself only with the people whom I DON'T despise.
Once this is done, I won't have to look at anyone I don't want to see...won't have to smell some poor schmoe's B.O. in the Wal-Mart checkout lane...won't have to listen to someone else's child scream in the booth beside me at Ponderosa.
I will be free.
(If you are at all offended by the above post, please see the blog entitled "Disclaimer". If you are STILL offended...well...I just don't give a fuck)
