Worth your time.
And, that’s me being generous. 80% of people just aren’t.
I wouldn’t go as far as calling someone a waste of skin, but I have been close.
Actually, I’m lying. I have. People thought that to be harsh, so I try to refrain. Really, I just don’t like people.
I’m an INTJ
It doesn’t mean I’m a cold weirdo, like I have social skills and stuff, just that I should probably get a dog. But, because I don’t yet own a French Bulldog I too would name “Trappy,” I engage with the Mouth Breathers. I have to.
Because I have to, I pass out fucks like hall passes. We all do. We’re human, social creatures by nature. We all want to be liked, and further, to be loved. That goes for everyone, no matter who you are.
Whether you accord with the majority, or rebel with the minority, we share a proclivity to group. And while the initial want is to be liked, the true satisfaction comes in being understood. Why?
Because like you, I cannot and never will truly understand myself. If I did, I’d have a purpose. And trust me, I try to explain my existence, but the question is eternal and its answer forever evasive.
I continue spending precious time entertaining a vague and constant desire for something that might not exist, just to realize time is passing me by without a fuck to give. The harder I try to know, to understand, the further down the rabbit hole I get. And I am goddamn lonely in this hole.
It’s made of quicksand.
I spend more time with my thoughts than they do with others. I dwell on food for thought until it eats me alive. I’m a misunderstood over-thinker. Introverted. Intuitive. Thinking. Judging. An INTJ. One in constant pursuit of being liked and understood. Thus, I find myself wasting the majority of my time. Why?
Because 80% of people…
Will find any reason to dislike you. They’re probably just mad you’d take their girl, don’t sweat it.
Are invested only in themselves. Hell, I’m probably one of them. Aren’t we all though? Still, I continue striving to find faith in humanity like some hopeless romantic believing others actually care.
Are constantly vying for acceptance. They are insecure. Their lives are a continuous struggle for power. Through degradation and embarrassment, they will put you down to climb the social ladder. Your well-being is secondary, and loyalty is non-existent.
Are flat out incompetent. The ones where you ask yourself “how tf did this waste of skin make it this far in life?” The same ones when you pass by and say “what’s up?”, they respond with “good.” Huh? Like bro, that doesn’t even make sense.
Subtract from your life rather than add or multiply. The ones who don’t prioritize the same things that you do. They spend the majority of their time indulging in vices that are detrimental to their long term health, wherein you are wise enough not to partake. “YOLO” is often the motto by which they live.
Are just assholes. 80% of people choose to be assholes 80% of the time.
So really, we should all probably just get dogs. Frenchies to be exact.