I hate everyone. You know what I am talking about. It's just one of those days where not even world peace could cure my hateritis right now. I can't even explain how a feeling like this begins to manifest, but in every blink of an eye my hatred for mankind grows excruciatingly less tolerant. I even just gave the dude who walked by my desk, not with intention to address my existence, but merely to arrive at the location of his pursuit, a death stare for the mere fact that he chose the path that crosses my workspace as his most direct and efficient route. FUCK YOU!
I hate phone calls, I hate emails, I hate people who are less intelligent than I am, yet seem to be recognized for their incomparable contributions to the company. I hate birds, I especially hate horses, I hate rye bread, I hate cold weather, and I most definitely HATE being cold and sweaty at the same time. I hate it when people make a big deal out of their own birthdays. I hate it when I see the obese order a Venti Mocha Frappacino with Whip at Starbucks. I hate Matthew Mcconaughey. I HATE EVERYONE.
Extreme hatred occurs when the brain approaches the threshold of implosion. The stimulus - most often in the form of your boss, your coworkers, or in my situation, any given person passing me by at any given time- activates your inability to concentrate on anything else but the current source of dismay. The anger encroaches and begins to captivate all of your functional systems (respiratory, digestive, endocrine etc..) at which point you begin to lose feeling in your fingertips and cheeks. Suddenly, your face gets warm and your vision narrows as if your peripheral senses have gone out of business.... this is it: you are about to explode with rage. Congratulations and welcome to my life. I seriously hate everyone.
Hater Point: If you ever feel the way I do in the manner suggested above, I suggest you start your own blog.
I hate phone calls, I hate emails, I hate people who are less intelligent than I am, yet seem to be recognized for their incomparable contributions to the company. I hate birds, I especially hate horses, I hate rye bread, I hate cold weather, and I most definitely HATE being cold and sweaty at the same time. I hate it when people make a big deal out of their own birthdays. I hate it when I see the obese order a Venti Mocha Frappacino with Whip at Starbucks. I hate Matthew Mcconaughey. I HATE EVERYONE.
Extreme hatred occurs when the brain approaches the threshold of implosion. The stimulus - most often in the form of your boss, your coworkers, or in my situation, any given person passing me by at any given time- activates your inability to concentrate on anything else but the current source of dismay. The anger encroaches and begins to captivate all of your functional systems (respiratory, digestive, endocrine etc..) at which point you begin to lose feeling in your fingertips and cheeks. Suddenly, your face gets warm and your vision narrows as if your peripheral senses have gone out of business.... this is it: you are about to explode with rage. Congratulations and welcome to my life. I seriously hate everyone.
Hater Point: If you ever feel the way I do in the manner suggested above, I suggest you start your own blog.
