jonesenstein

Jonesenstein
2001-08-16 04:05:15 (UTC)

8-15-01


Wednesday, August 15, 2001
It’s been a while, I know, but I’ve been busy.
I just moved into a new place in Lansing and I have
a roommate that I actually like. Other than that,
everything’s pretty much the same.
Here’s the thought for the day: as people get older
do they hate other people more and more? Is it just me?
Here’s why I ask:
A week or two ago I went home and was arguing with
Robin (Harris’ hottie-hottie) about how much California
sucks. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I liked it there when I
went, but I definitely would NOT want to live there.
There’s too many people.
From there the conversation went to sex or
something, and then for some reason, about Jill (Harris’
sissy). Robin asked where she was living this semester and
I said near campus. She said something about how it would
be so great to live near campus and how much fun it would
be. And after she stated her case (which was a good one)
all I could do was cringe. How could anyone want to live
that close to that many people? Especially college kids
who all act crazy al the time.
And then it hit me. I hate people. I don’t hate a
person in particular, I just hate al people in general. I
really don’t like anyone. The past few days at work have
strengthened this belief. I have come to not really like
anyone that works there. I mean, yeah, we all have our
laughs and all have an OK time once in a while, but I
absolutely HATE it there. I mean HATE hate. I mean hate
like the white-hot intensity of a thousand suns. I’m not
sure if it’s because of the job itself or because of the
people, but everyday I wake up trying to think of some
reason, any reason, to skip work or leave early or go in
late.
Is this the Reformation I was talking about? Is
that why I went through all of the mental shit I have gone
through in the past year; to find out that I really don’t
like people and I should find a job where no one talks to
me? I hope not. That would be a waste of space on the
computer, a waste of my time, and a waste of a life.
Then again, that would make this whole thing
purposeful.
I’m not sure if this Epistle worked or not. I
think the fight to continue to find myself must be fought
next Epistle as well.
See you then.




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