What's Up With That Blog Title??

Even though my blog experiment is in its infancy, many nosey people are inquiring about my choice of titles for the blog. The simple answer to get people off my back is, all the good ones were taken.

Of course this is not the case really.

To fully understand my title, OMG high school flashback courtesy of Mr. DiConti and 11th grade English, one must understand me. You see I am what people call a Misanthrope. I urge you to Google it. It really is not all that bad. I just don't like most people, society as a whole or most of the inhabitants of the third planet from the Sun and would much rather spend time with my dog.


Now while the true definition uses the word "hatred" I must make clear I do not "hate" anyone or everyone. I just see the world through very dark glasses, the rose colored ones broke many years ago.

Hence the title simply refers to my state of being that I really cannot bear to watch what is happening around me and wish it all to stop and be politely informed when it has.

How does one end up a Misanthrope? Honestly only my very well compensated therapist of 32 years knows. He says I am getting better. I know the bastard is lying. I personally am convinced I was dropped on my head repeatedly as a small child, but no one will confirm that.

This all comes as no surprise to those close to me. I live a highly sarcastic and sardonic life. No one gets out of here alive so one may as well enjoy it, question everything, fight and argue often and eat and drink as much as you can. I am not buying that whole Meryl Streep "Defending Your Life" vision of heaven where you can eat all you want and not gain weight.

In the mean time, I plan to make fun of the idiots, morons, politicians, oh wait that's redundant, and provide my own brand of off color commentary and gleam from the web all that is humorous, half-baked, ill-conceived, and makes me forget for a few brief moments my disdain for it all.


So there you have it. This was so much funnier in the car on the way home, I used so many more strikethroughs.  Wish I could blog while driving damnit. 






{I can't watch, is it over yet?}