no cigar

It's commonly suggested that I hate everybody and everything, which although for the most part it is true, it's also false.
Not everybody. Don't think if you've never talked to me that I automatically hate you, because you shouldn't be telling yourself that.
Unfortunately however, it is true, but you shouldn't be telling yourself that.
It's just people I don't know, I don't like. It isn't personal because I'm sure you're all incredibly charming people and I'm missing out on a terrific secret sharing-bonding-crying together-being each others best men-growing old together-getting baried beside one another type of relationship, but it's just that I don't care.
There is the possibility that one day we might be friends and enjoy one-another's company thoroughly; it's happened to me before.

It's common knowledge I like people, just not people I don't know, you know? They're strange to me, which means they are automatically a threat to me.
In my eyes, before I know you, you could turn around any second and pop me in the neck with a pencil, knife or any sort of shank constructed from an adhesive ranging from glue to hockey tape and an old-syringe.

I just don't know.

I don't really like cats. I actually hate them usually. I am always afraid I'll make peace with them one day, and wake up with a rusty syringe in my neck the next.