Hate post

I hate backpackers. Why do I try so hard to be one. Sure there's the initial buzz of meeting new people and finding common interests, but once that all dies down, I'm back to the square where I know I'm not going to want to meet them again. Yet we'll remain cordial friends on Facebook, and the photos you took together will still look great and happy and maybe like you've known them for more than a few days.

I hate the expectation to party up and be sociable with strangers. That's not what I'm here for. I'll come out some nights but don't expect me to be that wasted chick on the corner every night. I hate that all everyone talks about is where they're headed next, even though I'm the one asking (hah). I hate this crap about "endless possibilities" and so-called freedom and decisions. Get a bit of resposibility in life. I'm the worst person to talk but I can't make decisions for you. 

I hate your dumb quotes that sound so amazing and long-winding, and "so deep" you say, but is complete and utter bullshit. Your poetic language doesn't impress me. What's with the relativistic bullshit. No, life is not a hazy dream as you call it. And no you shouldn't love nature more than you do people.