Yesterday I went to the opera. I could feel the heat radiating off the fat piece of shit sitting next to me. Its hideous flesh made contact with my body as it encroached into my space. I am on the downhill end of middle aged and despite having a life threatening illness, I do my best to keep working out as I have for the past 30 years. I still have visible abs.  To my left was a man in a wheelchair. He was clearly paralysed from head to toe (except for being able to move 1 hand a little). He wasn't able to speak and had a special contraption to keep his head up.He had severe muscle wastage. He was dressed impeccably in a suit. He was by far the best dressed man in the opera house.  And all around us were fat, gluttonous cunts showing off their self-abused bodies in leggings.  Every time the audience clapped, I stole a glance at the man and could see him moving his hand, his way of "clapping".  Then I came home and cried.