I'm a very good person. Not only do I have compassion for other people who suffer, but I take pity on small animals. I don't even like to step on plants. I'm always polite to other people -- I never give others a hard time for nothing. But this basic goodness in my nature is hidden by my dislike of socializing. I find being around others painful, so I avoid groups of people. Others misinterpret this as contempt, hatred, or arrogance. It tends to make them hostile. Not much I can do about that, so I just let it slide. I hasten to say that I'm not the best person in the world. I've run into people who are angels incarnate, a thousand times better than I could ever hope to be. But I do my best to be kind to others.