Yeah you, the person reading these words right this second. Even the person who chose to post this. I don’t like you for a couple of reasons. First, I don’t know you. How can I like you if I don’t know you? Why is their social pressure to be polite to people you don’t know? When I say polite, I don’t so much mean being pleasant, rather the social conventions of showing fake interest in each other dumbfounds me. “Hi how are you?” Why the fuck do we say that at a grocery store. The checker is mind numb from answering that question a few hundred times a day. Do you really feel like a better person when the checker says “how are you?” How fucking ludicrous. It doesn’t make you feel better, it just makes you feel like the world is right and everyone is following the “treat people with kindness” rule. Second, most likely I won’t like you even if I took the time to know you. Why? Because most people suck and most people are boring. Everyone hates to work, most hate the job they are doing, most are in debt and stressed beyond their mind, they fake niceness to counteract the pending panic attack, then go blow their money on overpriced bar food, rainer, and shitty tattoos of a bird landing on the tip of MT hood – we fucking get it, you love mossy trees and rain and can’t wait to eye fuck a hummingbird in the spring. Third. Art is stupid. You’re not clever.

9 replies on “Confession: I Don’t Like You”

  1. You won’t be met with much more than a resounding “duh?” Society wasn’t founded on the basis that everybody within it likes each other, just that we can live near each other and band together in our mutual time of need. Of course we’re nice to people we don’t know because we don’t want to make enemies. Even if it’s just some cashier at the store you say hello because you want to ensure that you receive positive service. It’s pragmatism. If a cashier doesn’t like you then they’ll probably take forever to finish your order or bag your cans on top of your eggs and who wants that? That’s why we’re nice.

    We also need the distraction. We need to believe that there are good, honest people out there that we can depend on so that we don’t go mad from the stress and make mistakes that we can’t fix. If you don’t like anybody then that’s you, nobody says you have to like anybody. All you’re obligated to do is not be a shithead to your fellow human.

    Also, art is great.

  2. oh boy another angsty 20-something who’s got it all figured out. good luck with your wildly successful career, large circle of kick-ass friends, and squared away romantic partner. jk! you won’t have any of those things–you’re failing at the 101 level.

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