>Constantly dealing with angry assholes.
>Constantly getting dirty looks as though I raped their dogs
>Constantly on the receiving end of temper tantrums
>Worried about their tantrums turning violent. Recall being beaten by my brother on a regular basis whenever he'd get angry.
>No real choice but to keep quiet, comply with what they want, hope they have a chance to cool down
>otherwise, if I request that they'd just calm down: they would just scream at me "I AM CALM!"
>Me, on the other hand, works on a double standard
>I finally get fed up with being inadequate, weak, impotent, useless, meek, a goddamned doormat and decide to be assertive. Or I just can't fucking put up with everyone's shit and I get mad myself.
>Get responses like "I don't know what's gotten into you but you need to calm down!" or "woah, calm down there, anon!" from the very people who would treat me like a battered housewife.
Anger is clearly overrated ITT. I wish more people would just take deep breaths and count to ten before they gave themselves fucking anal prolapses. If I had my way: people who expressed wrath would be thrown into the lake of fire as sinners of their ilk deserve. I fucking hate being less than a beta.
While I'm at it: I hate it when people talk to me like I'm a stupid sperg with no perspective. I got plenty of perspective. If I criticize somebody for holding bigoted, irrational views: some faggot comes bopping along and tells me "durr hurr, you need to step out of your little [there's that word, it's engineered to push buttons and not just mine] box and realize people are more diverse than you think". Fucking hell, I know that you faggot! Who the fuck do you people think you are?
There's just so much wrong with everybody else. I wish somebody would just kill me. I know they want to. They like to rationalize that it would be a last resort if they can't "fix" me (as if I need fixing when they themselves are the ones who need it) but I know that it would be the first thing they'd do if they weren't constrained by arbitrary codes of morality pioneered through thousands of years of philosophical introspection. And I wish somebody would kill me because my primal instinct to preserve myself is too great to overcome and serves as a hindrance to myself.
I just wish somebody could love and understand me for who I am and not what they want me to be. I keep that desire out of my mind, though, because I'm not willing to do the same for somebody else. I must have really been born wrong to be so pathologically incompatible with other humans. It may be a fitful, restless eternity where I may never know peace but I think it would be best if I were dead so that I would not serve as a hindrance to the human race if every other human is so repulsed and disgusted by me.