Sigh

My mom worries about me. Partly because she's crazy, but mostly because she knows just how much I hate people and apparently, that's not normal. While I was home over break, I'm pretty sure she cried (on the inside) every other day when I would tell her, "You know, if the planet's population decreased by like 80 percent, I think we'd be perfect." And that was being generous. I was leaving a lot of people I would still find annoying around, mostly so I have something to talk about.

Anyway, today I was in a store when I encountered someone that would most definitely be in that 80 percent. We were an aisle looking at CD's when she decided to speak. Her friend was in another aisle, so I can only guess she thought she struck gold with this comment and needed to share it with the rest of the aisle (me).

"Look at this," she started, of course drawing my interest, "they have all the 'B' artists here, then just throw in Pat Benatar out of nowhere. How are we supposed to find anything with this kind of organization?"

I left the aisle. I didn't say anything. I just walked away. If she was attractive, I would've considered her a heartbreaker. Something something reference to "Love is a Battlefield."

Blah, stupid.