Bambi on Prozac...

OK, I have a ritual that I go through on my daily drives to work. It's a simplistic ritual that involves me leaving my home and trying to get as depressed as humanly possible during the 18 minute commute to my place of employment. Of course being the grand pessimist that I am I succeed at it quite well. A typical drive involves me using the radio as my melancholy theme music as I deeply ponder how pathetic my life truly is, (I'll spare you my babbling of pigeon excrement for another time).
  Yesterday was no exception to this aforementioned ritual, and along with my usual internal whine of despair I was deep in thought about something that's been bothering me quite a bit here lately. As I age and continue to work with the public I have noticed a darkening inside me; I seem to despise the human race more and more by the minute. This is not your typical loathing either, it is very broad and I do not discriminate against anyone, anywhere, at any time. I find myself looking down on every race creed and color everywhere I go with this profound cynicism that even scares me sometimes. Now anyone who knows me is certainly aware that I have always had a distaste for the public, (which I'm sure stems directly from my social anxiety, or is it the other way around?). But this day, this day was different and something happened which made me stop and ponder, (if only for a second) that maybe some part of these feelings are just.

  I'm weaving through highway traffic as I close in on the off ramp into the city when in the distance I see a pickup truck with two men riding in the back. Before I can even catch myself I instantly say outloud, "God damned rednecks". No sooner had those words came out of my mouth when I flashed back to my childhood and how much I enjoyed riding in the back of the truck we owned. I again say to myself out loud, "My God, what has happened to you?". But in that same instant one of the men in the back of the truck points to a grassy hill beside the highway, I can see him mouthing excitedly the word "DEEEEER!" to his truck bed companion. Sure enough, high upon the hill just barely visible from onlookers, was a full grown doe grazing away.

Well I'll be.....they were god damned rednecks after all.