by Dan Herczak
I loathe my friends. Every last one of them. The way they laugh at my jokes, the way they pick me up when I’m down. The way they talk me through difficult periods in life, the way they’re there for me when no one else is. The way they want to hang out. What a bunch of selfish jerks.
It’s difficult to realize you’ve been coasting on complacency for years. Perhaps this highly personal discovery is what’s made me so bitter of late. Happiness is not found in material things, nor is it found among your loved ones.
What we all really need is a good enemy.
Read on at Dan Herczak’s blog, Unemployed Genius.