I Hate Old People.

I just did evaluations for cheer. It's essentially a fitness test to see who's the most qualified to stay on the team. I ran 2 miles, I'm very proud of myself. Aside from that, I guess I did ok, I'm not very confident in my athletic/cheerleading ability, but I don't think I did as well as I could have. I'm sort of at the point where I don't care about anything anymore. Whatever happens, happens.

Anyway, after spending 4. and a half. hours. doing this fitness thing, I come home to find a group of obnoxious old people in my kitchen. I'm very tired, and very hungry, but I can't get any food because the old people are in the way. I really need calories in my system right now, because I just burned about a bazillion, but there are old people eating noisily in my kitchen whom I don't want to have to talk to or even look at.

I. Hate. Old People. Once you hit age 50, I gradually start losing respect for you, and by the time you're 60, I can barely stand to be in the same room as you. Age 70+ and I don't even want you in my house. Old people are old, wrinkly, fat, and eat weird food in a very disgusting manor. I cannot stand talking to old people, let alone looking at them. It's not a fear, it's extreme dislike, I find the elderly incredibly stinky and annoying and I'm too tired to deal with that.

I will never get old, I am determined to diein some tragic and theatrical manner at age 49. I will never get fat either. I will never get wrinkly or disgusting nor will I ever talk to anyone who is considerably younger than I am. It's not like I'm being racist, I just can't stand the idea of turning into a useless, gross-looking human being who talks too much and has no potential left in life. I hate old people, and my kitchen is full of them, and I don't want to deal with them.

So I'm hiding in my room, blogging about my disgust in old people and listening to my stomach scream at me.
I HATE OLD PEOPLE.