It's Not Easy Being Mean

Apparently lately I have been struggling to hide my distaste for those around me. Bill and I were at Friendly's the other day and there was this totally white trashy family sitting to our right. You know the type, 400 lb mom, 75 lb dad, 3 kids all dressed in their best sweatpants. Two of the three little girls looked like orphans in Annie only without the charm. When the kids were done eating they were just kind of allowed to run around the table, then the baby was removed from the high chair and the smaller raggamuffin decided to climb into it and sit there. Bill had to ask me at least five times to stop scowling at them, but I really couldn't help it. Then today I was driving through the parking lot in front of Target and I stopped at the walkway so a family could walk safely to their car when I noticed how homely the mother was. At first I thought that maybe she had cancer and was undergoing chemo because it looked like her hair had fallen out but as I got closer I saw that, in fact, she was just ugly. And I had to fight the urge to roll down the window and point that out to her husband. "Excuse me sir. Your wife is very unattractive. From a distance it appears as if she was being kept and tortured as a prisoner-of-war. In fact, I thought I saw her in Schindler's List--she was NOT on the list. She is very unfortunate looking." And then I would drive away. What makes a person think like that? And further more, what makes me think that I should share those thoughts? Maybe I should talk to a professional or start doing stand-up. But is it funny that I really feel that way? I don't know.