As most of you may have deduced I am a rather cynical git, it mostly comes from my hate of most humans that I am forced to share this earth with, it’s mostly the desire to be individual and yet everyone with a Nikon takes a picture of a bush with a shadow turns it black and white and says it expresses here individually it doesn’t if anything you are less individual in fact you fit right into the slot of a pretentious bitch who shops at super dry and has a tattoo of a treble cleft, I have no problem with any of those things but don’t get they and they say it expresses your individuality.
But anyway, one of the key roles of being a cynical bastard is the mutter; it’s a rather soothing way to walk through the shopping canter judging everyone I see and entertaining myself and any unfortunate who happens to be with me at the time and is listening to my mutters, though some of my friends (yes I have friends it’s amazing I know with me being so judgemental all the time) find it rather humorous.
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