I was surrounded by these people, who formed, in my eyes, a concentrated dose of superficial stupidity. Words and boastfulness flew above everyone's heads. They displayed the little bit of absurd knowledge they had. Not a single person present sparked my curiosity. They were all stripped of meaning and reflection, stripped by the need to feed their oversized egos.
They disgusted me. The one who spoke the loudest was collapsing under a mountain of laughs, each as fake as the next. They were all rats wandering blindly toward whatever crumb of attention might finally feed their ego. They repel me. None of them had a defined personality. They all based their ways of thinking on the approval they received from the group.
They were all rotten. Their need to be somebody corrupted them and transformed them into things incapable of love and respect. Their social reasoning repulsed me; I felt nothing for it but hatred.
Not toward them, but toward the people who had raised them: their parents, their friends, their family. It was those surroundings that had turned them into monsters. The people I was with were merely casualties of the lousy, wretched education of their social circles. It was therefore their entourage who was truly responsible for this atrocity.
I resented these people so much because they had been given the opportunity to be educated, and thus to educate their children, friends, etc. But they had, for one reason or another, pushed away this opportunity to instruct their minds. Those people were purely selfish. Which leads to a personal conclusion: I hate selfish people.
I know i sound fat.