People Coated In Wax

I was all set to write about my night at the Galaxy Hut last night, how laughable the pseudo-hipsters that sometimes frequent that place can be and how utterly disgusted by people I find myself lately, when I was interrupted by a burning pizza in the oven. Luckily, my ruined dinner quite possibly saved me from posting an embarrassing outpouring of anger and bitter disappointment.

And so, after having a moment to reconsider, I'll skip the foreplay and jump right to the money shot: I hate everyone. Almost. I'm getting there, though, and I understand why.

See, there is definitely something wrong with me, but I can say with certainty that there is also something very wrong with the world in which I exist. I am an outsider and a misanthrope, but I am slowly becoming a true loner through no fault of my own. No, this is how it has to be if I am to avoid a watered-down compromise of what I believe in.

I refuse to forget the person I've grown up to be. I don't want to be anyone else.