I HATE DOORS.

I FUCKING HATE DOORS. I hate doors so much. Every time I see a door, I feel like jumping off a building. I'd rather go to the highest, hottest, most painful place in hell than to put in effort to unlock or open a door. My hatred for doors is immeasurable. I will never tolerate any sort of appreciation for the vertical, thin, piece of wood that is the door. I do not care how "useful" or "safe" that piece of shit is. I should not put so much effort into entering my own home, classroom, bathroom or any building at all. If you saw a door, you'd be OK with it. But, if I got in your way, suddenly it's a war crime? You'd easily push a door away and be fine with it, but you could've easily just push me away too and call it a day. I will not tolerate this action of inequality. Doors get away with shit we, humans, cannot get away with. If a door slams you in the face, who do you blame? The person who opened the door, of course. I disagree. I blame it on the door. Why would you be there? I hate, loathe, abhor, abominate, despise, greatly dislike, doors. I will never understand it's concept. It is a horrible creation. The mastermind behind the door was so ashamed, they ran away from the face of the earth. To this day, nobody knows who made the door. I, Benjamin, will go on a quest to find out who was the genius behind this. I will never give up on this and I will find this person. Fuck you, and fuck doors. Thank you, and have a nice afternoon.