I hate people.......... sometimes

Okay, so this is my official first blog. I've sold out. I couldn't resist. Tonight (this morning?) I would just like to say that I hate people. I hate the way they judge, I hate the way they look at you, and I absolutely hate the way they treat other people. I have so much angst against the human race in general. BUT, at the same time, I love people. (It's a conundrum, I know, stick with me). I love the way they move, the way they talk, the way they gesture. I could spend hours just sitting and observing. You learn so much just from watching. You can tell how a person feels about another, their family (or group) dynamics, and how they feel about themselves. I have angst, but I also have compassion. I hate seeing a person walking down the street with their head down and shoulders slumped. I want to reach out and hug them and tell them "It's okay, you are beautiful, now lift up your fucking head and meet the world". I want to reach out and wrap them in my motherly instincts. But I don't. And you know why? Because, I watch. I watch them as they put down the next person they meet just to make themselves feel better. I watch as they kick a puppy (I've never actually seen it, okay? It's just an example.) I watch as one religion works to suppress another, as one race works against another (for shit's sake, it's just skin). I guess when it comes down to it, I love people....... from a distance. And hate them up close.