Sometimes I get an overwhelming urge to go out in public,
but then I am abrasively reminded why it is
that I prefer the limited seclusion I so enjoy:
I can refine my skills, meditate, read, play games, stretch, or even just sleep.
In any event, it's still far more enriching
than dealing with some of the cesspools of Public:
(A regrettably large percentile of)
People are just ******* ********
inconsiderate, narcissistic,
superficial, vacuous
morons.
Some take it to physically sickening levels of sheer gratuitous idiocy.
As if a badge of honor;
some are quite foolish,
others are outright fools,
and not in a good way.
I'd call them Sheep,
but that is much to derogatory to the sheep.
Perhaps Swine,
but those too are to well mannered to be called 'people',
many could be said to have finer taste, as well.
Apr 11, 2013
Apr 11, 2013 at 12:00 AM UTC
Sometimes I get an overwhelming urge to go out in public,
but then I am abrasively reminded why it is
that I prefer the limited seclusion I so enjoy:
I can refine my skills, meditate, read, play games, stretch, or even just sleep.
In any event, it's still far more enriching
than dealing with some of the cesspools of Public:
(A regrettably large percentile of)
People are just ******* ********
inconsiderate, narcissistic,
superficial, vacuous
morons.
Some take it to physically sickening levels of sheer gratuitous idiocy.
As if a badge of honor;
some are quite foolish,
others are outright fools,
and not in a good way.
I'd call them Sheep,
but that is much to derogatory to the sheep.
Perhaps Swine,
but those too are to well mannered to be called 'people',
many could be said to have finer taste, as well.
This is merely my opinion.
I find that the company I hold is all the socialization I really need; too much more is overexposure.
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