People like to think that I'm just bitter, that the scowl I carry upon my lips is a sign of some general disgust that I hold for the world. But those who know me best know me better. They know that I am not a creature filled with bitterness and hate, but a creature filled with love, who is simply selective in who he spends it on. Why should I waste something as precious as love on those who would do nothing but take away my time? Why should I respond with anything but malcontent when they try to deprive me of even the smallest amount of what I hold dear? I'm not bitter at the world, just the vast majority of it. People who want something from me, my money, my love, my time, my compassion, but offer little or nothing in return. But before you call me bitter, say it in front of those I love and who love me, say that before those who have earned my trust and my companionship, say it before those who will prove you wrong. So while people still insist that I am a bitter human being, at least rest assured that I don't discriminate, I don't blanket and I don't hate needlessly. Rather, I just choose my friends very wisely and those who are the closest to me understand the value in that.