ruth. WAS GEHT ?

I hate people. I hate human beings. They're all the same, same system, same functions and same egoistic intentions - yet so fucking different. Whoever built mankind - apparently GOD (so much for his help), or the ape and monkey - whatever, whoever it was is a complete douchebag moron. We're not intelligent and we're not as talented as we all think we are. We're not thin or pretty and we're not fat and ugly. We are atoms. Whatever. People are idiots. I'm an idiot, you are, and so is that freak sitting in the city hall. Your mother is an idiot, and so is mine. We all are. It's just mankind. We judge by what we see, not by what we know - but some people do it less intelligently and louder than others. It should be a sin to judge something or someone without having witnessed their story. People look at me with my trousers hanging under my butt and my iPod dangling down my hose, chewing a chewing gum and they'll either think I'm pretty or I'm a darn right fool. But they will not ask themselves "What is she thinking about? What's her story? What does her facial expression mean?" I am not perfect, so I too look at what people are wearing, and if they look bad in their tight belted jeans and greasy shirt I cannot excuse the fact I shall think they're a complete poof. But the difference I make is that I try to read their faces. The actions they perform when they quietly sit in the tram. Are they kicking their feet? Are they nervously tapping their fingers? Why are they smiling? What does it mean if they don't face others' gazes? I try to look beyond their clothing and they equipment. But I doubt that I can figure why people are pulling their hair out - some might be preparing themselves for a music audition - some are going to break up with their partner. Even if every person on this planet Earth has witnessed similar events it does not make us the same or give us the same life. Some people here try to find a reason why their perfect little life is so gruesome and sad when other souls like me try to pick out events that should make our life a happy one.

Either way, whoever you are and reading this, I hate you too, I hate everything about you that makes you human, but on the other hand I could still adore you for you other side, the part of you that makes the difference..

that's all it's about anyway, being different, isn't it ?