Poor Mojo's Two Minute Hate

I don't want to hate people, especially since most of them have never done anything personally to me. I just hate what they are. I hate the shallow gay ditz, obsessed with his own appearance, his faux-hawk, and his tan. On the other hand, I also hate the cocky nerd who's obsessed with useless knowledge and skillz he doesn't have. I even find myself with something against the socially crippled awkward kid, even though it's probably not his fault. I hate the pseudo-activist who thinks he's standing up for something but won't stick his neck out for it. I hate "non-conformist" who hates conformity because everyone else does. I hate the MySpace patron who thinks it's cool to type in lower case, end everything with a period (needed or not), type a random list of separate lines of supposed "interests" that include staplers and vague feelings like "the feeling when you tell someone they have an eyelash right there", who wear girls pants and "dont give a fuck what you think about it!".