People.

I need to get away. These people are just overwhelming. But where can I go where they cease to be? It seems there's no where with a realistic chance of getting to. I keep to myself during these times, which seems to work alright.

Today I witnessed two "people" stoning turtles. Turtles who were quietly sitting on their half drowning tree like they do from day to day. People. That word has a more negative connotation to it than animals. What kind of species are we that some have nothing better to do than harass turtles with rocks? More importantly, why do people like that walk this earth? Stupidity levels are way to high in the human race. The worst part is that we continuously make it easier for these beings to survive. Catering to everyone's incapabilities. Mind you, I'm not considering myself a perfect being, but never would you catch me at the scene of rocks and broken shells.

I later come home to my apartment. The outside is starting to look more like a waste bin every week. An empty jug of orange juice occupies a parking space. The dumpster is no more than sixty feet from any of the occupants' doors. People. I'll pick up the rubbish myself just to obtain cleanliness for a couple days, who else will do it? The majority of faith I have in people is that they won't fail to continue fucking things up, they never do.