On People
I hate people.
Don’t get me wrong, I am not a misanthropic hermit (yet), but I use the term ‘people’ as a collective noun. People in general are repulsive creatures. There are interesting individuals, nice individuals, but underlying these idiosyncrasies are behaviours that have been evolved over millions of years, designed to ensure the survival of our pathetic, insignificant lives, that make all of us just oh-so-hatable.
Living in Hong Kong seems to exacerbate this hatred. Or maybe it’s just the apathetic selfishness of city people.
Stupid people are bad. And stupid people who think they’re intelligent are even worse. But that’s a whole other blog post.
