It’s sort of strange – I seem to be known as the “angry guy,” and that doesn’t really bother me, but it is sort of strange – I don’t find myself angry most of the time, I just tend to speak somewhat in hyperbole. Whatever.

But I did realize, a few minutes ago, looking at a friend’s LiveJournal, that there are very distinct groups of people that generally, I really can’t stand. One such group are MIT nerds. And I’m not talking smart, interesting people who like D&D and such – what the tradtional “nerd” might be – I’m talking MIT twinkie fucks. And they’re a distinct social category. Their mating call is something on the order of “LOOK HOW WEIRD I AM!!!”

It involves largely saying that their lives are more fucked up than yours, that you couldn’t possibly understand their worldview, then either cuddling with everyone, or shunning them and wallowing in some misery they’ve managed to come up with. It’s very strange, because it’s a culture in and of itself, from all manner of appearances. And it’s a culture that by and large appears to be founded on one-upsmanship of how badly you’re doing at life. Great. You suck at living. If you suck so bad at it, quit.

But the point being, I guess, I’m actually really glad about my life. I really enjoy the fact that by and large, I don’t have to put up with *anyone* I don’t particularly care for. I’ve got friends I’d take a bullet for, and I’d love to hang out with them. I’m *glad* I don’t live in a house where I have to tolerate “Friends of the House” that I hated. I’m glad I don’t have to listen to whiny assholes bitch about how they’ve been wronged, as they eat a dinner I’ve cooked. It’s *awesome*.

I see this as optimism, quite frankly. Sure, it starts with an intense dislike of a particular group of people, but the end point being I’m really, really fundamentally glad that they can do their thing. Far, far away from me.