If there’s anything I’ve learned over the years, it’s that the life of a cynic is far easier, because cynics don’t get sad when things inevitably go to hell. Cynics just get mildly disappointed, roll their eyes and some will say they saw it coming in a tone of voice that almost counts as masturbation.
Life is just easier when you don’t expect much from people. This is because people are shit. Yes, I’ve met a lot of people over the years, and they were all shit. He’s shit, she’s shit, they’re shit, I’m shit. When I go out to a crowded plaza, I wonder who left all this shit around. Everybody wakes up in their shit beds, drives their shit cars to their shit workplaces, afterwards coming back to their shit homes to fuck their shit spouses. We live in Shit City, Shitland, Planet Shit (population: shit).
And if you’re reading this, thinking “Yes indeed, you’re right! People ARE shit! And realising that makes me a little less shitty”, then you are double shit, Mr. Shithead.
Oh, excuse me, that was uncalled for.
You might have been a Ms. Shithead instead.
My government told me in front if the class that I am extremely cynical because I said that no matter who we vote for, some A-hole only out for themselves will be put in office. I told him that he was just too naive.