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"you ever just... not want to be here?"
"what do you mean? at red lobster?"
"no. no. i mean--"
"good. 'cause these fucking cheddar biscuits are DE-FUCKING-LICIOUS. are you gonna eat that?"
"no-- here. i'm talking about here. shit. i dunno. sometimes you feel like the world fucking hates you. you know what i mean?"
"nope. i have no clue what you're talking about. i get those mornings when i hate the world. is that the same thing?"
"what? no. no, no, no. i mean, you start to remember all of your past mistakes, your most embarrassing moments, your greatest failures. that kind of stuff. and you feel like everyone in the room is giving you a dirty look."
"oh, sheeyit. you're going to have one of those self-pitying moments now, aren't you?"
"fine. don't fucking listen, then. fuck you. eat your cheddar biscuit, you fat fuck."
"look. i'm just saying. all the people in this room right now just want their lobster and steak dinner. they don't give a fuck about you. not even enough to hate you. and first off, to hate you, they'd need to know something about you. they don't know you. they might not like you, but they certainly don't have enough info to hate you. "
"... so you're saying you never get the feeling that the world hates you."
"nope. i told you already. my days start off as me hating the world. the world can't hate me. doesn't have the capacity to. i, on the other hand, have more than enough on the inside to feel such emotions for an entire planet."
"impressive."
"i know."
"... hand me one of those cheddar biscuits."