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Was down at my alma mater today attending my friends' graduation ceremony. Man, I just realized anew how many people I truly dislike there. My mother is always saying it's not nice to hate people, but my mother never met these people. And I'm just naturally mean. Recently, someone told me I'd said of my friend's ex (after they broke up) that he was "stoned all the time and had borrowed half his brain from stupid." I don't even remember saying that, but I have to admit, I'm a tiny bit astonished at my own wittiness. Yes, it was probably a cruel remark, but hey, this guy is a bastard and I don't use that word lightly, like, "God, you're such a bastard." So, I think I'm justified about 99% of the time. It's not like I hunt these people down and methodically calculate how to make their lives a living hell (if I weren't so lazy, I might). I just plain dislike them; doesn't affect their lives, doesn't interrupt mine. I think it's very human to want to categorize and organize. Black or white? In or out? Friend or foe? We all put things into neat little boxes according to our own agenda. I'm just a bit crazier; I think it comes from being super-judgemental. I can't stand not putting labels on people.
Final thought: You label me, I label you.