Crazies

Everyone always seems to think everyone else is crazy. It's never you, it's always that other dude. Oh, and it's not your close friends either, it's everyone else.

By that measure, everyone must be crazy in their own right. There must exist a infinite number of possible universes (which are bound by each person's worldview, core values and likes/dislikes) in which that person and their associates are "normal" or "alright" and everyone else is crazy or jerks.

A few years ago, I thought I had matured to the point where I didn't truly dislike anyone anymore. What was the point? Everyone's just different. Why can't we all just get along?

I was wrong. There are people I just dislike. I dislike them because I think they're an idiot, because I find them so physically unattractive that I can't be near them, because we have completely opposite worldviews (which probably leads to me thinking they're an idiot or naive), because they have zero sense of humor, because they don't like sushi, because they don't like Zoolander, because any number of things.

So much for maturity. But at least I am aware of it and I accept it.