Les Miserables

Today at school I heard the following conversation:

- You know..I recently realized I hate most of the people I know.
+ Really?
- Yeah, but you know who I hate the most?
+ Who?
- The people who are happy..like why are they always happy?
+ I know!! Like especially--

Before I had the chance to hear the rest of this gruesome dialogue I immediately got away from the two creatures, and launched myself into the closest bathroom to wash my face and make sure I didn't puke. I am not sure if I will be able to explain my feelings about this in words but I will certainly try. First of all, what is wrong with this person? Hating people, I understand to a point- but hating happy people. Obviously someone is suffering from joyophobia....Happy people are the core of this world- they are the creative minds, the socially active ones, the crazily insane ones, the always-smiling ones...They are our last hope for humanity, we can't hate them. Happy people are probably the people who require the most attention and admiration, cause believe me they go through the same crap we go through but they put smiles on our faces everyday. They feed on pink cotton candy, glitter, snow crystals and love, if we hate them- they'll go extinct. And then we will all die as les miserables. With this attitude though, it looks like we deserve it.

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Belle