One of the questions that I often ask myself is why everyone hates me. I mean, sure I can be obnoxious at times but am I really worse than anyone else? It seems that people just enjoy hating me. I mean, the other day, my friend, at least I think he’s my friend, just came up and punched me on the shoulder multiple times in the snow. You’d think he’d take the snowball joke. It was only one little snowball down his back. Certainly, it’s everyone else just hating me.
And on some days, my teachers hate me too. They just give me an F for the day just because I ask questions and actually stimulate the class. Jokes in class brighten it up folks; I shouldn’t be attacked for trying to help you. These people think they don’t need help, but they really do. It’s ridiculous to think they don’t because if they didn’t, they wouldn’t need to hate me for pointing it out to them.
You know, I bet most people won’t even read this article that I’m spending an hour writing. I give them the time of day to try and add a little humor in their lives and they just completely ignore me and everything I do for them.
So next time you see me around, try to not hate me, meanies. Learn a little respect for your betters. Bye.