I only hate two types of people: chomos and two-faces. I can learn to like all the other ones, but those are the irredeemable.
There’s not so much shitty people here as there are people who have done a shitty thing. There’s murderers with a lot more respect and politeness than guys in here for minor things eg stealing a stapler like one of my old bunkies who was the most miserable, irritating, bipolar sonofabitch I’ve ever met.
There’s no longer a you-when-no-one’s-around. Some solitude seems like a blessing but you only get it in the form of punishment. All the nasty things you do by yourself are now on full display, like scratching your balls and then smelling your fingers….not that I’ve ever done that…
You can either blame everyone else’s behavior for why you’re in a shit mood or take responsibility for how you feel, where you’re at–both at the moment and life in general–, your destiny