How to Deal With Crappy People

Ugh, I'm disgusted with my brain.  I see people walking down the street and there's like this killer inside me providing running nasty commentary about each person. Do you do this also? I have to stop myself often: "you don't know this person who is randomly crossing the street. You can't possibly know that he's a cheating lying rich Hamptons-worshipping whoremongering obnoxious trust fund baby with a 17 year old mistress on the side who doesn't wipe, who doesn't wash, who would wish nothing better than to see you die". You can't know that! So why do I think it? Most people crossing the street probably think that about me also. Who is that freak? Is he homeless? Why can't he comb his hair? Why is his fly open? Is he a child molesting pervert?

via How to Deal With Crappy People Altucher Confidential