^{I've seen a lot of people list their favorites.  I have a habit of doing things differently.}

Today you get to meet the assholes!

It's a beautiful day in this neighborhood.

^{A beautiful day for a neighbor.}

Oh! Hello!  I didn't see you there.  Welcome to my blog post!

Today I'm covering the Top Ten People I Hate on Steemit!  Isn't this exciting!

I guess I could be calling it the bottom ten but these things don't matter unless you're a drunk pedant with OCD; and if that's the case, well, whatever, too bad, welcome to your free therapeutic session.

Coming up with a list like this...

^{Was easy!}

This is the internet.  Look around.  See those trees?  Don't be fooled.  Those are actually people with sticks shoved up their asses and they make up an entire rain forest of bullshit and things I can't stand.

Yes, yes.  I realize doing something like this only makes me the king of that jungle but I don't care.  Rawr!

So without further ado,

^{here is my shit list!}

Wrong!

What kind of an asshole would publish a list of people they don't like!

^{Did you really think I'd do it?}

I don't hate anyone here.

I've had disagreements with people, sure.  That's different though.  A disagreement isn't supposed to be taken personally.  It's perfectly natural to see things differently than others, even those you love.

Plenty of times in my life, I've been wrong about something.  Every time I've been wrong, I didn't come out feeling defeated.  Yes it stings, yes it sucks, yes as someone who's naturally competitive; I want to win.  It's hard to feel like a loser though when you've learned something you didn't know before or got to see the world through another pair of eyes.

Being wrong means the next time you're experiencing a similar battle, you'll be right; or right until someone comes along to prove everyone wrong.

We need those people.  We need arguments; we need debate.

Some people aren't very good at fighting.  Some go for low blows.  On the streets, in a physical fight, there aren't any rules.

Some folks like to throw in personal attacks, insults, foul language, drama.  Have you ever noticed how some will immediately use that as leverage if they see it?  They'll be quick to judge.  They'll try to rub it in.  Try to make the other person feel like an idiot because they got emotional or said fuck.

Yeah whatever just shut the fuck up. You don't know what you're talking about, asshole.

Looks like somebody's getting emotional.  Does this really bother you so much that you can't even control yourself?  Can't think of anything smart to say so you have to swear?

That response is just as insulting but because some feel their intellect is superior to others when they mask their emotions and mince their words, they're too smart to even notice how they, at that moment, are offering up personal attacks of their own.

So which one is right and which one is wrong?  If you asked me, I'd say they're both assholes.  One simply does not give a fuck and the other is a pompous prick.

Who is the controller making people feel as if it's okay to be controlled?  Why do so many believe a squeaky clean and refined surface is all that's needed to be considered one of the good ones?  Why in the actual fuck do some people think I'm a terrible guy with half of a brain just because I said some fucking shit?

I'm not sure I care much about how people lead their lives.  Everyone has their own set of beliefs.  Some of these beliefs were passed down to them, and some folks learned on the fly.  I can respect one's beliefs.  If someone said, "Please don't swear in my home," I'd apologize.  If someone got aggressive and said, "There's no swearing in my house! Get out!"  I'd probably respond with, "Damn, dude.  What the fuck is your problem?"

Life is so hard.

^{Some people need to come with warning labels.}

But instead they put the warning labels on music or movies, cigarettes, airbags.

I hope I don't have to come with a warning label someday.  A long time ago I wrote a comedy piece about the f-word.  I probably used it over one hundred times.  People laughed, I got noticed here, I felt good.  Before I hit the post button, I was nervous.  The reaction made that go away; I felt welcome here, for the first time.  I went to sleep smiling.  I woke up, my post was flagged away by one of the largest accounts on this platform.  You see those whales and their flag wars?  That's nothing compared to the flags I took.

I nearly quit.

^{I'm glad I didn't.}

Even after that flag beating I took, had I wrote that list of the people I hate today, I can't even find a reason to hate the one who flagged my posts.  Someone simply disagreed.  Fair enough.  I'm over it.

So, this post started out as a joke.  I'm not sure why I started rambling on about these things.  I guess that's what was on my mind tonight.  No point in keeping it in.  Either you'll like it or you won't.  Doesn't matter to me, but if you don't vote, just know I have a shit list with plenty of open slots.

I'm kidding!

Have a nice day.

Credits: _{All art and images seen here were produced digitally, by me. "Someone here once told me they didn't like me, at all. That was bold. I appreciated his honesty. He muted me. A week later he was desperate, published a post, needed money for rent. I slipped him a twenty. Why not! Even haters need help sometimes."}

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