Originally posted on The Diary Of a Zombie:
It’s not substance abuse, nor am I going cuckoo (although, I should get that checked ASAP). I just wanted to come clean. I am scared of nice people. There you go. I said it. *Takes a deep sigh of relief*
Read that again if you thought it was your brain playing a trick on you. It’s true. Nice people give me the hibbie-jibbis. Why, you ask? I’ll tell you why. They are unnatural. I mean, c’mon it’s against the laws of nature. They are an abomination. They should stay hidden in the closet and never come out of it and if they ever do, they must be subjected to the worst possible treatment, until they become one of us. The world doesn’t need nice people, it’s no place for them. They are a bunch of outcasts who should never be allowed to come in contact with the society. They should be kept away from our kids. God only save us, if our kids turn out to be nice. How will they survive in this world? What would the society think of us? How will we ever forgive ourselves? The Horror! The scientists are all looking for the wrong things. The world doesn’t need a cure for cancer, it needs a cure for nice people, only then we will be able to sleep peacefully at night.