Not Another Meeting!

     

  

It's not that I hate people, it's that I know that they can never, and would never, love me. As I could never love them. It's not their faults (I have a few), nor is it their physical unattractiveness (I am 63 and overweight). Rather, most people I have met are not interested in the things that interest me. Some of them will feign interest in an effort to be polite, but after a moment or two, I can see the bored, faraway look in their eyes. I say, "this matters to me";  they say, "to you, maybe, but not to me", when I speak to them of my interests, often with an air of amused superiority.  I see it all the time. As a result, I simply stopped talking to them. I bore them, you see, so what's the use? Then there's the ugly fact that all  the people I meet are not worth getting to know. They are shallow, often overly narcissistic, phony, boring, predictable and hypocritical. I see their body language, hear their tone of voice, see the cast of their eyes. I note the words and phrases they use. All of this tells me that I would gain nothing by getting to know them but self-contempt for bringing myself down so low. I don't want them to hug me, shake my hand, share their pathetic little stories with me, include me in their circle, say I'm a "family" member, nothing. Just leave me alone, and save your pity for yourself, I say.