dinky lame bars

So I finally hit up the bar in my hometown over the weekend. That was quite amusing. It seemed like any hellhole in the middle of nowhere. The neon lights burnt out and horrible music cranked. While the slutty girls spill beer everywhere and spread the love/usual sexual transmitted diseases. I haven't been anywhere around the town I grew up in about 5 years. I have done this not only by choice but by necessity. It's one of those god awful places that tends to draw people in, so it can suck the life force out of them. They spend their miserable lives at the dinky bar, while their hick significant others cheat on them under their noses. They make ends meet by working at the casino or the plastic factory in town. Imagine my surprise when I walk in to see most of my graduated class there. This is sarcasm. These people were completely worthless. The snotty, stuck up bitches who ignored everyone. The people who went to class more stoned than anyone I've ever seen in my life and I was brought up by hippies. My utter amusement stuck on my face as I smiled at them all. I'm not one to be this way. I never feel superior than other people. But these people almost seemingly deserved it. These were the people who would put down someone for not partying or buying *gasp* a shirt from target. All of them had kids, were married or currently divorced. I slammed a few shots and stumbled over to a table with my beer in hand. I didn't talk to one person besides my friend who brought me there and the bartender. Part of me felt sad for these people. The ones that I never would have guessed would still be there. For their age they looked ragged. It was almost pathetic to see what they looked like now. As I sat there feeling pity for these poor souls trapped in middle of nowhere hell, a girl I knew walked up to our table. She glanced at my friend and glanced at me. Standing there with cell phone to her ear and clutching her extremely fake designer purse, she pompously looked at us and walked away. Although I had every intention of ignoring everyone else in the bar it was difficult when they were so rude to us. So as we walked out to leave I saw her outside. One of her friends said I looked pissed. I looked at him confused and said, "No this is the best night ever!" I high-fived the guy, looked at her and then back to him. "You know it's not everyday I get an ego boast by seeing everyone I hate is still stuck here and they're still really lame," I added walking off with my friend. I have seriously never felt so alive! It may have been a low blow but I really meant it... I'm a horriable person!