Vacuum Sealed Freshnessness

When I think about all the people in the world who are actively involved in making me miserable, indeed whose entire existence appears to be bent upon annhilating my own, and whose every thought is of just how they can go about not only denying me, but in point of fact, intentionally and willfully seeking nothing less than my complete extinction with their insane demands, I am forced to ask "Am I being paranoid?". I get over it, though. What other choice do I have?