I care about the world, yet I hate the people in it. I mean, people are selfish, stupid, mean, etc. I’m not saying all people are so very bad, but most are. And I also think there are too many people. I want to go out to eat on the weekend, and everywhere I go is overcrowded. People will do anything to get their own way. And I’m not saying that nobody thinks of me the way I think of them—there probably is somebody who hates me—but I’m just saying, I hate people.