OK let's cut the B.S. once and for all.
We all know the worst people in the world are quiet people.
Our lives are all so fukking boring and worthless that we have to be constantly in other people's ears. Dazzling them with the mind blowing stories about how we went to Starbucks this morning, and you should have seen this face some guy gave me.
Otherwise, what's the point? We would just all be sitting around incredibly depressed by the lack of excitement, and thrilling people with their thrilling stories.
Obviously, there isn't enough beauty here in nature, and in our loved ones, that we can just be naturally dignified and grateful for all we've got. We need to be constantly entertaining one another.
Fuk you quiet people, fuk you for making the world a worse place, and fuk you for the holocaust and 9/11. And last but not least Fuk You for making me feel insecure whenever I'm telling my awesome stories and you just sit there not responding, so I don't even know whether I'm like totally boring you or not. God, I just don't get them. A$$holes!
