I hate people.
People ruin everything.
My job would be great if it weren’t for the people.
This place would be awesome if it weren’t for all the people.
I have said all of those things in my life. Sometimes I mean it. Sometimes I don’t. But the outpouring of love and support after Scrubby’s death reminds me that people are remarkable and generous.
My good friend Charlie said, “The people who reach out to you and offer comfort after your cat dies are the people you want in your life.”
While some people do suck, most do not.
I like cats, but I love people.