It's terrible, but yeah I just don't trust, like, or have faith in 75% of the humans I run into out in the world. Doctor? Nope, shady fucker is in bed with big pharma only prescribing that which will get Her that new boat. Lawyer, not likely, better to set that fucker on fire, do the world a favor... Maybe the Professor? NOPE that shit brick hasn't left campus and spent a day in the real world YET. THEN has the nerve to write his own book, that I have to buy for his class? Fuck that guy, he has nothing to offer. Wait staff, actually probably cool, they are bringing me food and I'm actually a chill big tipping bastard so I get great service oddly enough... Waiter's Dickhead Boss? Nope fuck that guy, he's just there trying to nail the cute hostess, fucking old perv.
See how this goes?
Here's the screwed up thing. People I meet in business, or in a professional setting love me, they appreciate my "direct" style of communication and that I don't "beat around the bush." They think I give half a fuck about their idiotic and poorly earned "Six Sigma Black Belt". They think I'm a fucking people person, when inside I'm usually all; "BURST INTO FLAMES YOU HORRIBLE CUNTS"....
Yeah WTF????
Yet I am actually quite happy, I enjoy each day, somehow...
The weirdest part is that I can be fairly brilliant, a social butterfly when I have to attend a social function with my spouse who is an actual published Math Genius. I can put on my Tux, smile great big, and Shake hands... these fucking people just love me, which is utter madness. I usually end up out back with the Staff most times, figuring out who's got the biggest blunt so I can face the sea of dumbfounded and "oh so clever" social types that just think "Golly he's a really unique person." I"m often fairly fucking rude, yet I get invited to freaking parties... Leaving me baffled, but I go because I know there's going to be alcohol, pretty women (I really do love women), likely good food and droves of fucking clones milling around trying to get someone ANYONE to notice their new Timepiece, or ask about their recent trip to Bora freaking Bora... Same asshats that will somehow "forget" to tip the valet. Yeah I'm freaking awesome at a Christmas party... But then I hate everyone there, equally, almost without fail. More disturbing I get invited back... It's insane.
My lifelong friends though, all off the charts intelligence wise, all sharp witted, so by an odd quirk, the folks that don't make me stabby are right near the top 2% of humans in terms of intelligence. Pretty sure they all just tolerate me like a pet though, some kind of interesting filthy freak, who welds, sculpts, shoots guns, and is otherwise amusing in some manner. Like a Circus Bear with Motorcycles and sharp objects.
ANYWAY....
SO meeting a person for any kind of transaction is really hard for me. I end up usually just paying WHATEVER without negotiation because I just do not want to be dealing with that human any longer than I have to, or sometimes I just alienate the shit out of a buyer or seller and they fuck right off, which is a choice I fully support... I always being backup, and insist on my chosen locations, which will be changed at the last minute, to another location NEAR the first one, but to a different location that I am already at and have surveyed. What the actual fuck is a fair question.
Though one of my very closest friends and I met in a Craigslist style transaction so yeah, mostly I'm insane which makes it hard to trust people.
Then again, I'm also super helpful, will pull over to help anyone, I volunteer (crass as fuck but I'm there), I donate money and time, I try to be polite, I watch out for the old and young, hell I'm a pretty nice guy... Sorta.
Also, I've had WAY WAY WAY too much caffeine tonight, so there's my life's story.