I can't understand what love is. I've never received any from the point I was born
It's been a scrambled mess for me. I'm fairly ardent in my compassion and don't do any wrong to anyone. I met my grandmother, known as Nan, when I was age 2, when we moved back from my parents' special hotel they owned, to Gloucester roots to carry on. I couldn't remember what she might have said but I remember she was old and wore spectacles. Mum and Dad said she never liked me. She died of gangrene within a week when we met.
Never met my granddad, or saw a pic.
My parents and brothers and sis-in-laws really hated me and said I'd never have a girlfriend; so they were wrong. I always know best.
All aunts & uncles have died from Mum's big family, when I was still at school.
What I mostly hate is blissful glee - I feel it's a pretence and unreal, manufactured by TV. I've never puked up when I see this behaviour, but it's a worthy reaction. Some are realistic. I like documentary TV shows about the environment, chemicals, physics... they speak properly. The kind of person I want to know.
Salespeople, Estate Agents, Recruiters speak in their glorious laughter and gleefulness and I wish there was a button on the phone for 'attack' - torture
Maybe it's the human voice I hate the most. The one and only tool used by a person, widespread, mainstream - shout, sing, scream. In your face, or by the telly fone, or on stage? Widen those cheeks and lips. Howl!!!
Bombarded by vocals. I'd rather use a weapon, and finalise things, up close, or from far away, as a sniper. See the reaction. Build a house, a car. Don't need your mouth for that. Could use it for putting food in there
It's a good reason why I like electronic music.