Some days I just get so frustrated with things.
The slightest thing sets me off. You can say that it's because I'm moody or irritable, or anything like that. Or maybe it's really because people are just shitty creatures. It makes me feel like, even on the best of days, my life is just a bit above mediocre. I want to believe in humanity, and I genuinely believe that I'm good to people, but I doubt more than a handful of people, say 5, in this world really cares and bothers to treat me with the same dignity and kindness. If you're nice to people, they just walk all over you. People deal with me because they have to work with me, or they just demonstrate the semblance of friendship. Sure, if something happened to me, they'd probably say all these pretty-sounding things about friendship, but you know what? People are petty and selfish, amazing at BS, and fake. They call you their friend, but they only look out for themselves and their own interests. They don't care about genuine, honest, human interaction. My mom is right: the number of truly good people in this world is minuscule. At Yale, they might be better than the average person at pretending they care about the environment or social justice. But don't let that fool you: the vast majority of Yalies are ugly and hideous on the inside. This is why I can't be a doctor. After 21 years of living in the world and my failed attempts to reach out to people, I'm just tired and fed-up. I don't want to bother with people anymore.
Goodnight.
The slightest thing sets me off. You can say that it's because I'm moody or irritable, or anything like that. Or maybe it's really because people are just shitty creatures. It makes me feel like, even on the best of days, my life is just a bit above mediocre. I want to believe in humanity, and I genuinely believe that I'm good to people, but I doubt more than a handful of people, say 5, in this world really cares and bothers to treat me with the same dignity and kindness. If you're nice to people, they just walk all over you. People deal with me because they have to work with me, or they just demonstrate the semblance of friendship. Sure, if something happened to me, they'd probably say all these pretty-sounding things about friendship, but you know what? People are petty and selfish, amazing at BS, and fake. They call you their friend, but they only look out for themselves and their own interests. They don't care about genuine, honest, human interaction. My mom is right: the number of truly good people in this world is minuscule. At Yale, they might be better than the average person at pretending they care about the environment or social justice. But don't let that fool you: the vast majority of Yalies are ugly and hideous on the inside. This is why I can't be a doctor. After 21 years of living in the world and my failed attempts to reach out to people, I'm just tired and fed-up. I don't want to bother with people anymore.
Goodnight.
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