Location, location, location.

Part of my problem with humanity is that I feel like I'll be unhappy anywhere I go. Everywhere I've ever lived-- and I understand that I've only lived in a handful of places, most of them on the west coast, but the thing is, I think I've got a better grasp of human beings than most other people, and they all tend to be the same. They all tend to fall into one of several very specific categories. I mean, people in marketing know it, politicians know it, the only people that don't seem to know it are the people themselves. And every one of those groups of specific categories is assholes. Every place I've lived I've either been unhappy or outright hated, yet I have never had any desire to be anywhere else than where I was. This is because I feel like no matter where I go, there will be assholes. Cities are full of shallow, trendy people. Rural areas are full of ignorant, racist people. Other countries are rude and do nothing but drink. This country is rude and does nothing but drink. I mean, I disliked Phoenix. For one thing, it was too hot, but that was not really Phoenix's fault, it can't really help where it is in relation to the poles. But the drivers were terrible, and I mean terrible. There was a disturbingly high drug problem. The people were insidiously stupid and disgustingly trendy; the remaining were conservative religious nuts and/or rednecks. But whenever I think about where else I could move, my mind just kind of ends up in a quandary-- where else could I go? If I manage to find a place that doesn't have any SUVs and better drivers, it'll be a place full of closet racists who will call the cops when a black man walks down the block. If I find a place that's not as trendy or where people actually strive to have a unique identity, I won't be able to find a job because the economy is so bad. This is what annoys me about the idea of moving with the intention to get away from it all. The only thing that separates the assholes of the world is the type of meat they eat.