Grrrrr

I hate people being all up in my space. What I define as “my space” varies from day to day. What offends me ranges from touching me in any way when you’ve just met me – which makes me wish I knew kung fu – to choosing to sit in my peripheral vision at this large table with your girlfriend when there are three empty tables just next to me. Your girlfriend in her sunglasses with the glittery star on the earpiece who immediately pulls out her cell phone.

Now I hate all people. Not just people in my space and not just these people specifically, but all people. As a group, they suck. The only ones who don’t are the ones I already like.