acid

i have an inherent dislike of people. it's weird considering what i do, but i am a misanthropist in general. there are a few whom i will always like no matter what, and can always talk to no matter what time it is, because it's almost like talking to myself. but then there are those, those that waiver and beat around the bush, those that want to prove a point, those that are aggressive for no good reason, those that take themselves too seriously, and those that are just plain unlikeable. what get to me most are those that are calculating. that hide behind a facade of smile and civility before they deliver acid while smiling gently, to leave you short of breath for words, fighting for survival. and they keep smiling and make you think you imagined the evil and that you're paranoid. and they keep this plastered composure like a second skin. and i get the urge to crinkle wrinkle it apart, slowly, just to show them that i know. or to see the wrinkles.
and then i think why bother? let them live in the plaster. because that way, they'll never really live.
(yes it's another sunday)