I spend far too much time on the internet. I hate it. I hate it so much. And that stuff is one of the biggest reason. If I wanted to spend time with a miserable dickhead who hates everything, I'd sit in a room by myself.

Most of these types have little to no self-awareness, and can often times come off as self-centered as fuck, and or they're British. The internet spends so much time reinforcing and feeding off, even rewarding, the act of being a caustic dick, it makes the internet a toxic cesspool.

And the older I get the more and more I hate these types of people. Especially if they are convinced of their own intelligence. I'm miserable all the time, and I can be a total asshole sometimes, and I know that it's far easier to wallow in that misery and lash out than the opposite.

And I'm not a great critic I'd say, but I know that it is far easier to crap out a tear down picking something apart piece by piece instead of preaching something's good aspects. Talking shit is the lowest and easiest form of critique.

But as I've grown older, I have realized, that cynicism and negativity aren't signs of intelligence, more often it just means the person is miserable or mean-spirited, and it's very easy to be both of those, it doesn't take a lot of brain power to wake up in a shit mood and lash out at people.

It made me feel bad, not only because they tore down things I liked, but because the intensity of it, the assuredness of the hatred was infectious. It bleed into me. Made me more cynical myself, and made me feel worse because I was too stupid to see how terrible things were for myself.

No no, I deserved it

That I'd the face of a killer

Green... no deal, can't stand green

Okay, but what if, now hear me out... two homemade tomato sauces?