Sunday, May 27, 2012

People

Alright, I only write on this blog on occasion. In fact, it's even less than that. I only write when I have something to say. Thankfully, no one checks this blog except my grandmother, and recently, my theatre friends. Well, maybe. Who knows. I'm just saying this stuff because it means more to me if I spout it out.

Anyway.

I don't like people.

I mean, I try. Honestly, I really do. They are capable of beautiful wonderful things. Perhaps I've just seen a shitty side of them. But they just seem to go out of their way to fuck with me. And when they don't, they simply ignore me instead. I don't understand how someone can be sitting in front of a screen, spout some cruel words, and think that there isn't a person on the other end. Or how they can despise you just for who you are. It's just saddening to me. I try to see the best in them, but they just take away my hope.

That's the sad side. Good news, there is a happy side.

I may not like people, that crowd of semi-anonymous strangers, but a person is pretty wicked. Any person  is usually better than people. They choose me and say, "Hey Graham, you seem decent." and we operate under the understanding that we are both individuals looking for love and attention. I like people, and I'm finding more and more people who like me. Yay growing up.

So, in keeping with the moral of the story, if you don't like this, good for you. Go to a different website. But don't be a stupid ignorant member of the crowd that is people. If you liked this, thanks. If you are moved enough to write a comment, even better. But by reading this, and not being a douche, you've preserved some of the faith I have in people.

(Whiney and teenaged enough for you?)