Nobody's a fucking people person.

When's the last time you were at the cash register? That's right, any cash register, and can remember the person behind the counter being friendly? I sure as hell can't. Well actually, there was that one priest behind the counter who was really smiley to me back when I was like 4 or 5, but not anymore...

People who deal with other people all day are miserable. It's not just me, it's not just you. The only difference is that I actually have the balls to come out and say I'm antisocial, while you sit there with all your girly friends exchanging gay-ass looking faceplates on your cell phones...

I'm not miserable. So don't think I am. In fact, I'm very cheerful when people aren't around. They just can't see me, because when they do, I'm miserable again.

There's this one chick who works at the pizza store counter, and I was really beginning to think she was a nasty cunt when I finally realized it's only her job. Poor woman. Three more years at the job and she'll be saying weird shit and jumping off of buildings...

If you really want to be happy in life, live on your own. Lock your doors for three hours every night and jerk off to yourself. It'll be weird at first, but after a while, you'll get used to it, and then you won't have to listen to someone's bitching and moaning while you're fucking them, or imaging what a bitch they are in person, while you're jerking off to them.

I'm not miserable. I've just found bullshit it takes most people their entire life to find.