Everybody Sucks. Except Me.

If were to take a deep look inside my figurative heart, I think there would probably be 4 levels. Like a hotel, if you will. On the top floor, there would be things that I absolutely love. Things like, 90's dress styles, sleeping, shorts, new socks, and Alf. The second floor would be things that i kinda like. Things like, Desserts, jewelry, having a made bed, and fast food. The bottom floor would be things that i generally dislike. Things like Stop lights, people who ride bikes in the road, sports I'm not familiar with, the radio, and traffic. The bottom floor with all the rats and furnaces and all other manner of tom foolery, would be things i hate with the deepest, blackest parts of my soul. Things like, the Los Angeles Lakers, when my socks get wet, women's logic, stupidity, getting ditched, and being told what to do. If you were to gather together people as a whole, there is no doubt in my mind, they would be buried between the third and bottom levels somewhere. Everybody sucks. Let me tell you why, rather than just state it. I don't really have "weekends" I work from 9-5 every Saturday, and i work from 1-6 every Friday. In a sense, my weekend lies between the hours of 6 Friday night, to 8 when I wake up Saturday morning. These hours are valued by someone like me, who wants to cram a weekend into 12 hours. So, I have a lot of plans on Friday nights, in hopes that I can have something good happen to me. But, why would I even hope for that? I don't know either, because you and I both know that nothing good happens to me. Let's say that someone who doesn't normally hang out with the crowd I do, and wishes to not at all associate with the crowd I do, wants to hang out Friday. So, what do I do? Be a nice guy, ditch my friends, and clear my calendar. I make sure that I have no prior commitments and completely devote my weekend to this person. Do you think that we actually did something? No. I ended up at my sisters house watching Monster House with my nephews. Because my nephews never ditch me. As much as it hurts to say, I think I'm one of the only people left who actually follow through on things. When I get invited to things, I actually go. Weird right? I don't find it necessary to play the whole "hard to get" card. Because truth be told, you shouldn't play hard to get if you're hard to want. I don't know how it works, to be honest. I don't understand the logic behind getting someone to like you by not showing up to their functions, and being mean to them. *cough* women's logic. In either case, if you say you're going to do something, do it. Unless your grandma died. Which isn't even that hard to function through. I did it. 2000 miles away from her. You ingrates. You know what else makes me mad? When people talk behind someone else's back. Which I am totally guilty of. And I at least fess up to it. If you think someones house is gross and dirty, maybe you should tell them that it's gross, rather than go tell your friends that their house is disgusting and you wont be going back anytime soon. Unless it was the first day they moved in, and haven't got all their bags unpacked. You arrogant jerk. I still stick to my motto, Snitches get stitches, talkers get walkers. Then we shoot people, steal stuff, and throw gang signs around. I've come to a basic conclusion, that we shouldn't deal with people like this. When it's Jake's America, talkers really will get walkers, and snitches really will get stitches. Then we will blind fold them, spin them around alot, and send them to an island of other talkers and snitches where they are exiled for life. I don't want to talk to or deal with people like that. Considering that its my country, I'll do with them as I please. In more ways than one, I have lost any faith I once had in humanity. I know there was a time in my life that when some sort of calamity happened, I would use my king hood, or other superpower to save mankind. I feel like now that I am older and have seen what i have seen, I would probably just watch it burn. Deep from within my securely locked safe-haven that's buried far under the earths visible surface. I guess the watching would then be metaphorical. But, I would save a few people. Dirk Nowitski, the cast of Saved By The Bell, Claudio Sanchez, and other loved ones. A very select few. Eat my shorts.