Roark Wannabe

Thank you for this. It amazes me how so frustrating a problem can be remedied by fifty-seven words on the internet by someone I've never met. Thank you all for your replies.

Thank you very much for your excellent replies: this day will be a test of sorts for me. Here goes nothing.

I've read The Fountainhead and some of The Philosophy of Ayn Rand, and I am applying the philosophy in my life to the best of my abilily. I realize that I do not have a thorough understanding of Objectivism, and I am striving to learn more about it. I have encountered a hurdle in my "intellectual redevelopment", however (For lack of a better term): I loathe other people. I hate the people I coexist with as much as a person can hate anything. I cannot overstate my hatred for my classmates. I am eighteen years old, and a senior in High School. I loathe how everything seems to be a game, nothing is to be taken seriously. I hate the girl who tells me I should "lighten up": I want to hit her with a baseball bat. I am insulted by how she and everyone I go to school with expects me to surrender every principle I hold dear for the sake of a laugh. I don't find racist jokes funny in the slightest, even if you are "just kidding", I don't find an eighteen-year-old that acts like a child humorous, and quite frankly, you subhumans of the world, I couldn't possibly care any less about whether you agree with me or not about anything at all. I get home every day feeling drained: it is very tiresome to feel hate towards just about every human being you encounter, save two. I try to analyze why I feel so negative towards other people, but I can find no certain answer through this introspective investigating. One theory that I have includes my present inability to achieve economic independence from my altruist-collectivist mother. Am I projecting my anger to others who don't live up to my standards? Have any of you ever felt this way?