Well, it's official. I hate everyone. Wasn't natural selection supposed to weed our the weak ones to allow those of us fighters to survive? New flash, it missed Denton. I just don't understand how some of the people I had to deal with today are even still alive. I mean, I think one of them was such a slow processor that there's no way they can remember to feed or bathe or dress themself on a daily basis. In the process I have come to several realizations:
1. I am much better at life than many people. It would make me happy if those people would realize that, get out of my way, and let me handle everything that the keep repeatedly screwing up.
2. My brain works much faster than other people. Blessing or curse? Curse. It's annoying having to wait for other people to catch up.
3. Natural selection has not arrived in 2011. Obviously the modern natural selection should be killing off the people who can't multitask, who think it's ok to drink and drive/text and drive/anything other than focus on the road and drive, who think it's ok to not read books, and people who think that "working hard" means letting everyone else clean up your mess. I don't mean to be insensitive, but if you cannot handle your own life, please stay out of mine. It's exhausting trying to hold my life together and yours. And frankly, I don't really care about your life. Except for the trail of destruction it's leaving in mine.
So, ladies and gentlemen, in honor of the silver glittery crown stickers my mom sent me in lieu of valentine's candy, I would like to announce my nomination for queen of the world. Elections will be held in a few weeks....but chances are I'll just take over anyway.
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