Some of the Worst People Ever

This list was originally named 2015's worst people. I realized 2015 isn't even close to over and I've been meeting suckish people all my life. There are people I get mad at all the time but none that I dislike as much as some of the people on this list. Here's my shit list.

Pastor Kevin Lewis

 Pastor Lewis is at the top of my list for the worst people ever, It probably seems very cynical of me, like how can you hate the pastor? But the answer is simple. He's a con artist. But let's back up. Pastor Lewis was the nicest person I knew. He got me gifts for Christmas, we all watched movies together at his house, he held the best barbecues, and he brought us the best pizza ever. Sometimes he came over for dinner after church, it wasn't until I was older that I realized he was trying to flirt with my very married mother, who would laugh it off and give him a plate. I learned that he was really mean to his wife, a very nice lady who was devoted to the church. And then one day we stopped going to church. Everybody did. There was no church anymore. Pastor Lewis stole all the money from the church and ran away. This had all happened before my teenage years. Since this I have not been fully committed to any church or religion. I've recently decided that I want to start going back to church regularly.

Malcolm

 So you remember Malcolm from that party in the Bronx, right? Well I'd like to forget him. There are some things to lay out before I go into detail:
 -Malcolm is very unattractive
 -Everyone in this scenario was drinking
 -Sherona and I are first cousins
 -No one wants Malcolm
 -Malcolm is very unattractive
Okay, let's continue. After playing beer pong, me Sherona, Maryssa, and Casey are hanging out in the room. Malcolm comes into the room and asks if we smoke, we all say no. He leaves and comes back. He sits next to me and tries to start small talk with us and we reply dryly. He's forcing conversation, asking questions like "What's your middle name?" Within seconds he gets angry at us for not chatting with him. So Casey sarcastically replies to his question with one of her own "How big is your penis?".. Gradually everyone leaves the room as I'm chatting with one of the worst people I know. After realizing that it was me alone with Malcolm in the room, I left as well. I didn't realize until later in the night that Malcolm was calmly following me, showing up seconds after me to every room just to strike up a new and boring conversation. After realizing this, and eating all the pringles at the party, I decide it's my time to go. He tries to convince me to stay longer and also says he would like a kiss, denying both of those requests, I get in my uber and head home. When I call Sherona to tell her I'm home she says she's in the middle of a fight and she'll call me back. Apparently I left too soon. I later learn that she was arguing with Malcolm because he began following her around and acting like he was her boyfriend, getting jealous of her being on the phone and talking to other people at the party. After their argument, Malcolm goes to Maryssa and tells her that we all "suck" and that we were obsessed with him. So I left the Bronx certain about one thing and hopeful for another; Malcolm was delusional and I'll never see him again.


Magnus

 Magnus was another character I met in the Bronx. He was a dog that my uncle was sitting. We have a love/hate relationship. At first it was fun playing with Magnus, I even let him take a nap on my stomach. After a couple of days I was over it. Actually after he bit me I was over it. It was a playful bite; it didn't hurt, but it was still unacceptable. Then everything got to me. He was pooping everywhere, he was peeing everywhere. He was everywhere. He would follow my every move, he was obsessed with me. I almost tripped over him a few times. But when I was leaving I definitely missed him. He's not really on the shit list, but he was really annoying after a while.

My across the street neighbor

 He's annoying. I always found him a little creepy, that's why I make sure whenever we hung out, I brought someone else along. It got really weird when he invited me over for drinks, so I planned to invite the usual, but he told me to come alone. So I didn't go. There were way too many times this past year he's invited me to one of his "parties" and when I get there, it's him and one other person. He was always trying to get me to hang out on weird days or in weird situations. Or he wanted to be a tag along to my plans. I think its safe to say he was a little obsessed with me. When I pointed out the fact that he had a girlfriend and was always trying to hang out with me he got a little defensive. Ever since this he started to keep his distance, I thank him for that.

23

I hate him. I've been through a lot with him. Let's just say he likes to play a lot of games and blame everything on me when he gets caught in a situation. Moving on.

Hoe-se

 Jose is this kid that I went to high school with. We talked for like a month or two recently. I was getting to know him but I wasn't really that into him. He was very weird. His nails were way too long and he was OBSESSED with his pet cat. Weird. Well I stopped talking to him completely because I didn't like him in that way and he wasn't interested in being just friends. Within the next couple of months I found out that he had just gotten this girl pregnant. Months after that, one of my good friends told me that she and him were talking to each other around the same time we were.


Sebastard

I've hated this kid since sixth grade (with the exception of a couple months in ninth grade where I thought I should be the bigger person and allow him to be my friend, but then he fucked up again). It all started in sixth grade when we were headed to lunch. Sebastian pulled the elastic string on the front of my jacket, I could tell that if I didn't do something quick, by the time he let go, the string would come back and me at full force and hit me in the face, leaving me in immense amounts of pain and with a mark on my face. I held the string at the end closest to me so when he let go it just hit my hand, that I could handle. So when he let go, I lunged at him, I had him in the corner, kicking him relentlessly. He was always a troublemaker in my class, so when my teacher saw me kicking him, she looked away and she herself went to lunch. When I stopped he got up and yelled that he was going to tell his mom on me and ran. Knowing his mom was a cop, I shed a tear on my way to lunch. The funny thing about that was years after this incident, Sebastian was sent to a juvenile detention center. A lot of other things happened between him, me and my family members since this incident as well; mostly all negative. I don't hate him as much as I used to, especially knowing that I am doing much better than he is. He's corny. He's dusty. He thinks he's a badass but hes not. He's a high school drop out. He doesn't do much with his life except for making mediocre music. And he's one less person I have to worry about.