I was watching the John Walsh show yesterday, and he was on there talking about some rich guy who admitted to killing someone in self defence. John Walsh couldn’t believe that this guy got away with it, because the guy admitted to the “crime” as well as the hiding of it. What Walsh kept doing, however, was bringing up the fact that this guy cross-dressed as one of his points for being put in jail. He kept going on, “This guy admitted to cleaning up the crime scene, hiding the body, he dresses like a woman, I can’t believe the jury found him not guilty.”

WHO THE FUCK CARES IF HE CROSS DRESSES. I don’t give a shit if the guy likes butter in his ass or lollipops in his mouth, it has nothing to do with what he’s being put on trial for.

I had some sort of respect for what John Walsh was trying to do with America’s Most Wanted, but after this, I don’t trust this guy to find the right criminal for the case if he can be so biased by someone’s lifestyle or sexual preference. I can just see him saying, “Help us find this man. He killed his former boss and his sister…and he’s gay. He also likes to rape watermelons with the seeds cut out while watching The Shipping News, but only after he reads Doctor Zhivago on Tuesdays. Help us bring this sick, perverted man to justice”. John Walsh should officially shut the fuck up now.

I just tried to take Patches to the vet hospital, but it turns out that the appointment was scheduled for tomorrow instead. I’m not sure if the miscommunication is my fault or the interns’ fault; I doubt it was me, but it could be either. Now my planning has been fucked, and I just wasted $40 in taxi money after dealing with annoying interns (the hospital has amazing doctors, but complete bitches for interns). I’ve been wanting to get this appointment over with for so long. Patches might be sick and I’m leaving to go home soon, and I need to make sure he’s okay before I leave. Trolley has the car next week so he’ll help me take Patches then. I was going to drown my frustration in breakfast sausages, but I ran out of them yesterday.

This was not what I meant to talk about tonight.

There are too many…frustrating people to deal with lately. So many things piss me off, manifested in so many different ways through different personalities. I’ve never really liked people in general, which has usually made it hard for me to make friends, although this has caused any actual friendships to be rather solid. I’m starting to believe that “hate” isn’t too strong a word. Even though I feel like I’ve been able to come a long way in my tolerance of others and of the human race in general, there are still times when I feel like putting an axe through someone’s head.

Everywhere I go in everything I do, I run into at least one person I can’t stand. I can’t begin to explain myself, because every time I try I get flustered. Even at the table tennis club, when all I want to do is forget everything and focus on a single goal, I run into annoying, cocky, social rejects. Even when I simply try to relax and hang out with my friends, there are people there who just seem created to rub me the wrong way.

It’s all made me appreciate the friendships I do have. Even when I think of all the vexing situations people put me in, I feel I have little to complain about. My closest friends completely make up for the fucking idiots I have to deal with all the time.

Sometimes, that’s just hard to keep in mind.

I went out yesterday with Trolley and Wheaties to a sort of gathering at the Cabin. We didn’t know anyone there, and just sat around while the gigantic group of friends there was insipidly superficial and obnoxious. Some idiotic drunk girl kept hitting my head with her arms and body (unintentionally) while she was talking to some guy. Trolley, Wheaties and I downed our beers (I had an EX, which was much better than anything they had on tap with it’s darker, richer flavour, but it started to taste like rust after a while) and headed off to the Dom for some pool instead. Sometimes I just can’t stand people, and yesterday was one of those times.

Let’s see…what’s on the hate plate today?

I hate it when people, sequacious, superficial, pretentious, ignorant people express false emotions. I hate it when people feign the extent to which their emotions take over them, for whatever reason. This is all ESPECIALLY true when the person happens to be my age or older.

I suppose I’m oversensitive to things like this. I see fake emotions almost as a mockery of any true ones that I have. I hold my emotions as an important part of my life, and try to experience each one with gravity and appreciativeness. It’s rare that I can be affected by things so much that my emotions take over me, so I don’t take happiness or sadness lightly, especially when someone else pretends to experience them. I’ve lived too long as an unfeeling being, as someone who cared for nothing, to have some idiot pretend to appreciate what has become an essential part of my life.

Some people never grow up.