The Misanthrope

He had a "hate/like" relationship with the world. His usual reactions were always critical, mostly negative, and his scarce grudging approvals were, at best, luke-warm. He judged everything and everyone immediately, contrasting them with his own imagined greater beauty, strength, experience, knowledge, skills, possessions, courage, heritage, and taste. Anger was his armor and his weapon, and he wielded it mercilessly and without pause. A collective great sigh of relief was heard when he was no longer around.