Did a relative, friend, or complete stranger drive you to misanthropy?

For me, negative experiences with other people weigh much more heavily than positive ones. Overall, a combination of all three groups you mentioned have driven me to misanthropy. Experiences I had at a young age would be the foundations for my misanthropic outlook. In kindergarten, one of my classmates pushed me off the playground causing me to break my arm. I've had several experiences in my youth of people egging me as I walked or rode my bike on the street. I've been tackled and my laptop snatched from me in middle school. My identity on Club Penguin was stolen after I stopped playing (this sounds stupid and nobody reading this probably gives a shit, but I was quite well known when I was active and some asshole pretended to be me when I stopped playing to feed off my fame). Not to mention up until high school, my life was comparable to that of Butters (I was grounded for any conceivable reason by my parents) which made me very bitter.

I've been rejected by every girl I've tried to talk to and at one point in time my mother thought I was gay (she probably still thinks so), and people say that everything I do is awkward. I was kicked out of the MW2 clan I founded because I wanted to play other things besides Call of Duty. Little things really rile me up as well. About a month ago I was at a bowling alley with some friends and I was in somewhat of a shit mood because I did not want to bowl and I hated the high school crowd that was there that night. As we were leaving, a group of guys walked past us and one of them stepped right in front of me to make me flinch and then did some stupid sidestep as if he crossed me or some shit. The other guys went "Ooooh" because I flinched. While I didn't say anything about it at the time, that little act reinforced all of my hatred towards everyone so strongly.

All of these things, plus many, many, many other experiences made me the bitter person I am today.

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