Cards against humanity?

Dear anonymous,

Tonight I played the game called Cards Against Humanity. If you don't already know what this is (it seems to be the newest trend in North America), the object of the game is to obtain the most black cards. Each black card has a saying or phrase or question to complete or answer. These are answered using white cards with witty words, sentences, people, comebacks, what have you. Each person takes a turn in reading the black card out loud and every other player not dealing the black card chooses an appropriate answer based on the 10 white cards in their hand. The white cards are placed face down and the black card dealer then chooses their favourite answer and thus, the winner of the round receives the black card. (Tetchy explanation, sorry!)

As it goes, many of the answers end up being what I call "-ist" in some way or another. "-Ist" meaning racist, sexist, egoist, and all sorts of other "-ists". This game made me realise something tonight: I really don't like people.

People make me frustrated. They make me angry. They upset me. They are terrible. People have no regard for others. People have turned insults into a game. They don't understand compassion. They don't notice when somebody stops having a good time at a party. People are self-centered. They are conceited. They are rude. As a general rule: people suck.

So there you have it. Sorry people but, I pretty much hate you all.

Love,
Michelle
(I do realise how ironic that sign-off is. Cheers if you noticed)

A defense mechanism?

Dear anonymous,

Lately every time I have a conversation with Ethan, I tend to be really sarcastic. Especially if he tries to be nice.

Example: tonight told me that he misses living in Roy Ivor, the building we used to live in. In reference to us being able to hang out. In response, I said that the only thing I missed was having a window (I now live in a basement).

Think this is a defense mechanism? Seems like it to me.

Love,
Michelle