You know, it's strange. I like people as a whole but when you get down to it individuals are not all that great. And you can look and look for all the beautiful things in people until the cows come home, and sure, as you're setting the table for those damn hungry and ungrateful cows, you can find lots of lovely things in people. I admit it. But what's the point? If you have to look that hard for beauty then really, what does that say about people? What does that say about beauty? What does that say about YOU? I can't work out which I dislike more. It depresses me to write this because as I said I really do like people as a whole. I am a humanist. I think I may have a phobia of people. An irrational fear which has been turned to hatred by my insecurity. It hurts. I wonder what a shrink wold tell me if I told them what I just told this blank page.