People Suck

In part because of the urban politics class I'm taking, and in part because I've always had this opinion, I have recently been remembering that I just don't like most people in the world. In the politics class we are learning about how the general public gets what it wants, and things like that, and the general public is selfish and very uncompromising. This is very obvious in controversial issues, like religious debates and whatnot. I respect your opinion, but please, just realize that there are millions of people who disagree with you, and would be equally unhappy as you if they didn't get their way. I think this translates into the problem of our political system being so polarized with Republicans and Democrats, and I've become very against political parties. I will never associate myself with one, and the founding fathers were actually very against political parties because they understood the importance of compromise. I'm done talking about politics, I've just been thinking about them a lot, clearly. I'll just say one more thing, and that's fuck politics.
More importantly why I'm writing about why people suck is an experience I had the morning (afternoon) after waking up at Grant's house in North Park. My dad had a house in North Park when I was little, and I wanted to drive by it and see it. It was weird because I didn't remember the street, or how to get there but by driving around, I saw stuff I recognized and just found it. First I saw a park I used to go play at, and then a block with a liqour store I would go to with these twins, Cassandra and Yvette, they lived in the apartment complex right next to my dad's house. We would go in there all the time and get candy and play the arcade game there, pretty sure it was pac man and other really old games. And across from that was a coffee shop where we would steal sugar cubes. And I felt really bad doing it, but if I saw a little kid being all sneaky and stealing sugar cubes where I worked, I imagine it looked pretty funny.
So that was right around the corner of my dad's house, and when I pulled in front of it, I didn't recognize it. Not because it had been so long, but because there was shit all over the roof, the lawn and bushes were overgrown and brown. And there was a big dirty motor home parked in the driveway. And obviously, I immediately thought, awesome, a redneck asshole lives here. And then I thought about having to water the lawn all the time, and hating it, but at least our lawn looked like we cared about it. And I just felt so weird that I had all these good memories about that house and now it's just this shitty looking house where some asshole lives. And I don't blame old people for being so hateful toward young people. They probably feel like they worked all their lives to make an honest living and keep a good home and be friendly to people, and here comes a new generation that is constantly texting and not caring about spending time with their families. It's like shitting on the values they thought were so important. A little bit different scenario, sure, but that may happen when we're old. We could live in a house all our lives, mow our lawn, raise a beautiful family, and love that house, and then we leave and the next guy comes along and fucks it all up. It could happen that the house goes to another lovely family, sure. But the reality of seeing a piece of my childhood in that sort of state was off-putting and these are the thoughts that came to mind. I guess I'm saying that we should just all be respectful of the fact that we live with other people in the world. We gotta worry about us, but when does that become ego-centric? And when are we pissing people off because we shat on someone's childhood house, or because we seem like selfish assholes? Everybody is angry and everybody else, but everybody is a douche bag. People suck. I'm out.