There’s at least something wrong with every person, something ugly they know full well about themselves but cling to in spite of their better judgment. People worship their own ugliness, yet despise the slightest blemish in others. Humanity’s proud hypocrisy can drive a kid to despair, sometimes.
Having a nice day? You don’t deserve it! Someone else is having a terrible time – just awful – or haven’t you heard? Smile? With all the violence in Rwanda? You monster! What’s that? Things are getting better in Rwanda? That’s only because the fat cats are prospering off the poor, and if you don’t think so then, well – I’m sorry, but you’ve just bought part and parcel into the man’s system, you pathetic little parasite.
Smile? On a day like this? Didn’t you get the memo that the world is horrible, or are you just so special that you think you’re above all the misery and squalor and pain and suffering and death? I guess starving and being miserable is just something for the lesser folk to deal with, so you go on right ahead and smile, you insensitive bastard.
