I hate...

There are people who are few and far between that I love and hold dear, and out of those people, the ones who are living up to their potential are just that, few and far between. I don't like a lot of people, I don't think much of a lot of people, but as I stated, there are a couple that have so much potential (and as cliche as it sounds) that are brought down by societal norms. If there is one thing that I would like to be able to do, one feeling that I would like to invoke in people, it is passion. A passion for anything. If I died tomorrow, at my funeral I would want someone to say:
"One thing that I really admired Aaron for, was his passion for ____."

I just wish I was something or someone that was inspiring for people. If I live my whole life struggling and discontent, if I could reach people through words and speech and make a difference in the lives of the ones I loved, I would be happy. I want so much for the people I love and I'm able to do so little. I want so much from life, but I willing to do so little to obtain it. I see so many qualities in these people that are pure and genuine, but like so many, they are unsure what to do with them, they unsure where to direct their "gifts." I know a lot of people I suppose, and a lot of those people are bullshit:
("I met a grip of people that was bullshit, was down with a lot of people that was bullshit, but I'll pull shit from the asshole of an angel, before I let him strangle the love triangle between me, the mic, and the turntable.")
But the ones I can start of with saying "Oh my friend..." rather than "Oh this guy I party with.." Have so much to offer so many people. If everyone were as genuine and raw as the people I think the world would be so much better. I mean raw in the sense that their emotions are there, they don't try and hide them, they don't pretend, they are who they are and they don't apologize. They will say what they feel to you and not behind your back. I suppose this is a drunk rambling, but oh well. I love the people who I love.