I just don't like the vast majority of humanity.  I mean, let's face it: when other drivers, your family, and most of the people you would have called friends all push you to your breaking point within an hour or so of contact, it's a bad thing.  I can count on one hand the number of people who don't just drive me up the wall after a barely prolonged amount of time with them, and they're all in Middle Tennessee.

Also, if someone asks you why they didn't know you were coming back into town, the correct response is never "If you had called me in the last 6 months, you might have known" under any circumstances.  Apparently, you should say something along the lines of, "I am so so sorry!  Next time I will email you a copy of my entire schedule with highlighted time slots during which we can hang out if it matches with your planner."

Bastards.