I feel very strongly about a lot of things: it often makes me think I hate people and things I actually know very little about.
I know that some people find online food shopping an absolute boon: it takes a large time sink of a task out of their busy schedule. Good on them. I hate it.
I have nurtured dreams of writing for a living for as long as I remember. As long as they were dreams they could not collapse. Then I couldn’t contain the genie in the bottle any longer. Words came out.
What’s the first thing you do when you wake up? For many it is to curse, and question the rising of the sun in the East. For millions it is to pick up their smartphone.
I don’t suppose you remember Easter, do you? It was a long time ago now: a slightly faded memory, like yesterday, through an Instagram filter. The main thing I remember is the chocolate: for a month or three all of the chocolate in all of the shops came in the shape of a freshly laid egg. Then it didn’t.
The idea of “The Good Old Days” only covers about a decade or so at any given time. Most of human history was appalling.
It’s not that I don’t ever dislike people on sight: I really do. It’s not that I don’t formulate negative views of people as I go along, getting to know them: I definitely do that too. It’s just that I tend to take the view that I don’t like people. I do not like you, or anyone else. Get over it please.