I don’t feel that one’s even halfway earned. I don’t hate my fellow man, not even when he’s tiresome, surly, and tries to cheat at poker. I figure that’s just the human material, and he that finds in it cause for anger or dismay is a fool for expecting better.
I don’t feel that one’s even halfway earned. I don’t hate my fellow man, not even when he’s tiresome, surly, and tries to cheat at poker. I figure that’s just the human material, and he that finds in it cause for anger or dismay is a fool for expecting better.
human beings are a pile of wasted potencial, missed opportunities and bad decisions.
source : I fucking hate myself