I Hate People.

                I hate people.

                Not going to lie, I’m completely pissed right now! So, if you aren’t in the mood to hear me rant, stop reading. I’m not in the mood to listen to your complaints.

                People are idiots, fakes, liars, jerks, stupid, charming, terrible. People are a disease. We are a disease to our planet, we are a disease to each other, and we are a disease to ourselves.

                I am an idiot. I feel so dumb. How could I not have known?

                People are so good at wearing mask; so good at covering up whom they truly are. They go around acting like something, and you want to know the worst part, everyone believes them. Then, all of a sudden the lightly drop the act like it’s no big deal. Or, even worse than that, they drop it right from the beginning, and act as if it’s casual. It’s not.

                You are such a jerk. How could I not have seen that?

                Am I really that bad a judging people? Sad thing is I’m still having a hard time figuring out how to judge you!

                People can be so unclear. People can be such complete jerks, yet be so charming about it that it doesn’t seem that terrible.

                You are trash.

                People can change so quickly. I think everyone is slightly bi-polar in some way. People can go from kind, to harsh; from loving to hateful, from charming to… trash. So much can change in so little time. It doesn’t take more than a second to change things, sometimes even less than that. People never really know anyone, if they’re always changing. But, it doesn’t really matter. Everyone will be deceived by someone in the end. Truth be told, you already have been. Everyone has been deceived by someone, even when they were young. Santa, Easter bunny, tooth fairy. When people get older, things only get worse. People can recover from minor lies such as though, funny games. It gets harder to recover as the games get more complex.

                I don’t know much of them, but: Your games don’t seem fun, or funny. No one wants to play, so get over yourself. The rules are too complex, and there is no meaning to the game. I’m pretty sure you’re making it up as you go along. I don’t want to play.

                I think I just put myself in the game.

                Even if you don’t want me there; no one talks about my friends like that, and gets away with it. Not without a fight.

                Wouldn’t it be funny if you lost your own game?

                I hate people. I am a person. I hate myself as well.

                I too wear a mask. I don’t think anyone knows what’s under it. I thought I wanted people to know who I am, to know me; I don’t trust anyone enough anymore to even try.

                They wouldn’t like me anyway.

                My mask. I am ashamed to be wearing it. So stupid that is to say, considering I don’t want to take it off. Or, I won’t take it off is more like it.

                I talked to you like you were funny, like you were charming. Oh, forget that. What’s the point of lying? I was flirting with you. Does that make you smirk? I was flirting. I think you’re cute and you seemed charming. Wish I would have known you would say that. I would have convinced myself not to start the conversation in the first place. Did that blow up your ego? I hope your ego explodes.

                Even after you said it, I pretended it was no big deal. I think I even added a few ‘ha’s’ behind it. It wasn’t funny. Get over yourself.

                I now know that you are a jerk. YOU ARE A JERK! I hope someone confronts you about it soon. I hope someone treats you exactly how you act. That’s the least you deserve, get a taste of your own medicine, see how it tastes. I assure you, it doesn’t taste good. Being deliberately fooled, and falling for a false act. You’ll feel like an idiot. You deserve it, because you are an idiot. I’ll give you a taste of it myself if I get the chance.

                Trust me; I’ll be working on my act.

                You like drama, right? Did you hear about the latest character in the play, the latest antagonist? It’s you! I wonder if you’d get the point by seeing how someone else portrays your character. I’m sure there are plenty of people that would do it. I know I would. Show you how ridiculous you look, sign me up.

                People never truly learn from their mistakes. If a person does something once, they’ll do it again. I’m sure it’s probably proven fact. If it isn’t, it will be soon. Habit is habit, and always will be. Flaws are flaws; everyone has them and is stuck with them. People can hide their flaws, and they can get away with it. But buried under the surface, the flaws will always be there.

                I’ve had one conversation with you. I can already make a list of your flaws.

                I can also think of a list of attractive qualities. You pull people in. That’s why I’m so confused by you. How did you know me? You didn’t even seem to know me for the reasons I thought, but something completely different. It made my heart flutter; too bad you went and ruined it.

                You are one of the world’s most dangerous, scary, vicious predators. I wish I would have stayed away. A teenage boy.

                I wish a million apples were thrown at you now. I will no longer try to stop them from bombarding you with apples now. Don’t expect any help from me.

                Learn how to treat people. Get a soul. You are not that brilliant, you are not better than anyone else. We may not all be able to see past the mask, but one day… one day…. One day you’ll learn the error of your way. I hope Karma comes and bites you in the butt… hard.

                Who do you think you are? Well? Who are you?

                 I hate you. I am attracted to you.

                I hate people.

~Baylee jean