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I’m still trying to chill out, and recuperate from all of the pointed abuse and torture I got from other people, during the course of my life. If nobody likes me or talks to me in my life, that’s perfectly ok. I don’t like people, either. I’m coming to that conclusion more and more every day—I don’t like people. I used to think I was such a people person, during my life—I used to think I loved people, and that people would also at least like me, if they knew me. Now I realize that I truly don’t like people, though. I don’t like people, in general. I don’t like being around them—I don’t like talking to them or being in their vicinity. I also don’t like seeing them, for the most part. *I don’t think this is a remnant of the abuse I’ve gotten from various people—rather, I truly think I simply don’t like people, that much. In general—everybody. I mean the fact that I haven’t died from loneliness yet due to my continuous isolation, and stuff—that is maybe an indication that I don’t like being around other people. -And maybe it’s not that I don’t like people per se—people, themselves. But I just don’t like being around them, though—I don’t like interacting, that much. Then again, maybe I just haven’t met the right type of human beings for me, yet—maybe I just haven’t met the right type of people, yet. I need people who don’t have it in for anybody else; who like reading and writing, so that we can compare notes (I like poetry, essays, and short fiction, the best); and who are either believers in god, or informed atheists and agnostics—people who have considered the idea of god, but who just didn’t have the whole thing work out for them. Skeptics, I guess you could call it—people who happen to not believe, but who respect and see the validity of the idea. -Other than that, I’m not sure I would get along with anybody else. I think maybe time and past experience has proven that, beyond a reasonable doubt.