Life is short.
It is only short because it is finite and has an end.
Thus, why you get enragingly pissed when you are behind somebody going 2 MPH under the speed limit.
Because, no it isn't "'ONLY' 2 MPH, why are you so easily angered?"
It is a parasitic, verminous, scum-human directly transferring precious seconds of your life into their luxurious leisure to drive slow and hold up the rest of society.
Thus, why I like blunt, direct, and truthful (read - "male") conversation and honesty (and yes, that "male" bit was a test).
You see, since I am finite and I am going to die, I want to get the most bang for my "seconds of life" buck while on this planet. And no matter how petty or minor somebody holding up my life, be it in the form of a soccer mom talking on her phone in the left lane beside a semi going the exact same speed, or morons who are too stupid to use the self-check out lane at the grocery store, but occupy it none the less, preventing me from getting on with my life, I want them out of my life.
Unfortunatley, murder (let alone the mass-murder on a scale required to eliminate all the bottleneck people in my life) isn't legal, and until it is, I am relegated to maximizing my life's efficiency via other means, namely those that are legal and within my control.
One of these primary means is dealing with direct, blunt people.
Oh, yes, in today's timid and pansified emasculated society "blunt, direct, and truthful" means
and whatever other terms the castratti has come up with,
but these people are the most noble, honest, and trustworthy people you can associate yourself with.
They don't waste your time, they don't waste your life, they don't care about your feelings, and in a very altruistic way (assuming you can be an adult and not take pansidied victimization umbrage because you're addicted to woeismeism)
listening to them
interacting with them
conducting commerce with them
and otherwise engaging with them
will improve your lot in life in that you are dealing with reality and a person who deals with reality, not a charalatan playing "Minnesota Nice" who is lying to you so you have warm fuzzies.
So you'll appreciate the (literally) hours of precious finite life I'll save you about which next video game console to commit to when I present this blunt, harsh, "mean," "cruel," "arrogant," and all the other epitaphs that are now compliments in the real world, analysis of whether you should buy Sony, Nintendo or XBox's newest generation.
You can thank me by calling me names and telling me what an asshole I am.