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Aug 01, 2006 14:35

I've discovered weird things that are exciting, like excitement.

I'm nice to people, even some who are total idjits and damage my soul to talk to. It's a habit, I suppose.

I get accused of being a misanthrope a lot, but somehow, misanthrope seems to connote some sort of deep unhappiness or something. I'm usually pretty happy, loving, and almost always fairly amused, even in the face of some ugly shit. I can recognize the human race as being smelly, weird, and stupid without having to be all that heartbroken about it, barring the occasional mass genocide - which rightly occasions some discomfort and dissent.

Plus, I like people. They can occasionally be very warm in between bouts of mutual parasitism. I just urge for an increased emphasis on hygiene after blood-leeching binges. Plus, every once in a while we get a Mozart, Plato, or (collectively) the creators of Wet Hot American Summer.

No really, it's funny and ok to laugh at, and not simply "negative," and NO, for God's sakes, I'm not being sarcastic. I'm not overly fond of sarcasm, or even irony.

-Matt
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