Sad.
I have no idea when I became a misanthrope. I remember being told by the 4th grade teacher "You are a cynic." Parents divorce 3rd grade. My alcoholic abusive mother proudly declared (often) to people "I broke his spirit. It took me a while but I broke his spirit. I had to be sure I could control him and raise him without his father."
I really am trying to be a non-misanthrope. If my humor here is often bitter it's a way of coping.
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