Some people

I wonder about people sometimes. Why people are like they are, stuff like that. For instance, that woman you see at the store or at a restaurant and her skin looks like a piece of jerky, wrinkled jerky at that, with unkempt, poorly dyed hair, and that set in her jaw that says, " I hate the world and everything in it." You sort of wonder if she's a bitter, carping, old bitch because she has wasted her life at a dead end job because she has way to many kids and can't seem to figure out what causes that, can't keep a man because she has too many damn kids, can't keep anything nice because of the kids, and the only pleasure she finds in life is to make everyone else around her as miserable as she is.
Or the guy you always see that never smiles, and barely speaks two words. Is he really concentrating on what he is doing next, or has he been hurt so badly be humanity that he withdraws from it. Or he is miserable because his job sucks, he can't advance, his boss is a dill weed, and the only way he can cope is to be nasty to people that have never done anything to him.
I have often wondered about this and think that there should be a national holiday where people can drive out to the middle of nowhere and scream at the top of their lungs. This might relieve the tension and the world would be a better place.