Dear misanthropes everywhere,
I don’t understand you. I don’t understand your process of thinking, and when I try to comprehend your thought process, my questions are furiously shut down because they are too controversial. When I am ridiculed as a liberal feminist who does not know when to be quiet, all I can think of is you. From your vicious YouTube comments to your political rallies, you spread hate and leave a never-ending path of destruction in your wake.
So, I know this article is going to make people angry, but I don’t care anymore.
Dear misanthrope, you make me angry. Sitting on your fictional high horse made completely of the conceited lies you feed yourself, you tell others that they can’t get married, that they are insignificant because of their sexuality, race, or gender, or that they aren’t allowed to make a decision to get an abortion that will affect them and only them. You create these detailed infographics, wordy essays, and offensive videos listing reasons why your point of view is correct and why it is wrong for others not to follow in your footsteps. I don’t understand why you think that it is acceptable to make decisions for others or even that anyone cares what you have to say about their personal lives. Although there are hundreds of different arguments to passionately delve into, I am not here to argue why gay marriage should not be looked down upon. I am not here to argue why sexism and racism should not exist. I am not here to argue that motherhood should always be the decision of the mother because it is her life that is being put into an 180-degree tailspin. I am here to tell you that you should stop where you are at because you have no right to tell others how to live their lives.
The fact that you honestly don’t believe that you are a misanthrope makes me cringe in anger. You spew hate under the pretense of religion and nationalism, when in reality, it is just your underlying inability to accept dissimilarity. You think that your beliefs are the only right beliefs and that everyone around you is wrong because it just doesn’t seem right. And maybe to you, this world of different and unique people doesn’t seem right. Maybe you think that this jumbled world we live in should have defined lines where everyone is the same because that is the only way to understand the madness we call life. But the world is not black and white. This big, messy, gray world we live in has proven over and over again that it does not and never has had firm lines, and spending your entire life fighting against this is just going to make you bitter.
But what angers me the most is that you have now made me the misanthrope. In my struggle to explain to you why you should stop spewing hate, I have come to hate you, and everything you stand for.
