Don't like people.

Because I don't like it when they do things that make you like them and then I start to think that people are not so bad after all and after a while I discover something that I don't really like or impressions are made better in my mind and then reality doesn't align with what goes on in the noggin-which really happens so much that I'm quite confused as to why there is still positivity inside of me- which makes it very, very, very disappointing because I cannot really handle being let down or rejected and I try to live in a such a way that opportunities for things like that to happen are rare and liking someone new is not really something that I'd care to invest myself in.

Which is why, people are icky like slime in a stagnant puddle in the middle of nowhere in the forest.

Also, I am a lot more generous with words in my thought process like that incredibly and unnecessarily long and punctuation deprived sentence however, these days who would know? It is better to be a miser because sometimes too much information can be offensive, confusing or unnecessary and leaves too much room to draw the ire out of people so it is still better to be miserable and miserly with words because it is better to hold it all in until you explode, than to risk having to deal with people and their messy, messy emotions which I sometimes do not understand or care for.