I think that the only way to get through life is to rededicate myself to misanthropy. I hadn't really noticed but it seems that over the years, a bit of caring wormed its ways past my defenses and set up residence in my heart like a cancer. Slowly, it sent out tendrils which twined their way through the walls I had built and weakened my defenses. The only way to prevent something like this from happening is to build bigger and thicker walls with more auto-focusing deathbeam lasers on the battlements. Yes, I do believe that an increase in loathing is the only hope for salvation in the end. People suck and cannot be trusted. They only exist to make your life more of a misery than it was to begin with.