Misanthropy is a general dislike of the human race. It is not dislike of individual human beings, but rather dislike of the features shared by all humanity throughout place and time, including oneself. A misanthrope is thus a person who exhibits a general dislike of humankind.
I give you the face of misanthropy:
Yep. That's right on the money. Today was one of those days in which the overwhelming weight of stupidity is enough to make you want to disembowel yourself with a garden fork. Due to issues of legality I can't tell you how unbelievably stewpid one of my students was tonight. I'll never understand why people attempt a college education when they're going to stop showing up the last week. Os, that's who you should be worried about your tax money going to.
As for the self-loathing part of misanthropy, I shall pass on talking about that. It's much more fun to bitch about other people. Incidentally, today I came to the firm conclusion that I know everything and I'm always right (because I know everything). So perhaps I'm redefining the misanthrope. Or maybe I'm no longer human. Either way, I have confirmation that this epiphany is true. Which I already knew. Because I know everything and I'm always right. Do you see the pattern here?
Tomorrow, the long-awaited post about my penchant for aural stimulation. If I feel like it. I might float myself into a pruney state of sunstroke-induced bliss instead. But there will be music.
Listening: "Over My Head"....because it's fabulous