There's a road that encircles my entire city, and it is known for solitary trips when one is in need of escaping and getting lost in the music that you turn on, and your thoughts. I went on that drive this evening. It seems like the littlest things people do irk me. Or reinstate my theory that people are inheritantly bad natured.
Speaking of which, at the end of my little trip, I had to pick something up from the supermarket and whilst waiting in line, the woman behind me dropped a ten dollar bill. But before I could tell her that she had done so, the woman behind her placed her foot on it and slid it out of sight. Her and my eyes met and it eerily reminded me of the scene in Garden State in which Zach Braff's character is looking at his friend when he finds out he robs graves.

It's hard for me to grasp the concept of the majority of reasons behind why people today do the things they do. I was almost convinced that it was the way I was brought up, seeing as my parents and I have adapted the same morals, but looking at my two younger brothers I can't see how that can entirely be the case. I suppose I just take to heart what a lot of people ignore and take for granted.

In no way am I a martyr, nor the ideal choice for a good-natured human being myself. I have flaws, and a whole lot of them, but I suppose being more of a watcher instead of a talker or listener, I pick up on things. I am repeating myself, and have no idea where I am going with this so I suppose I'll end it.

Oh, and I also took this personality test today and found it to be quite accurate: