I do indeed have contempt for people. Lots of people, pretty much all of humanity actually (most of the time). But it's only because so many people have abused and mocked me in the most sadistic and cruel ways. Some people more than others, especially former friends in particular who stabbed me in the back deliberately and without warning.
Forgive me if I refer to all of humanity and you interpret that as me implying that you, personally, the reader, are falling under the umbrella of my hatred. There is no need to be offended. Quite on the contrary; AspiesCentral has been the most supportive online community I've ever subscribed to. It stands in direct contrast with other forums I have had the misfortune of being part of.
Webster's dictionary defines the word "misanthrope" as "a person who hates or distrusts humankind". I would say that I am a misanthrope in spades. Others have called themselves misanthropes, but now-a-days I am wary and skeptical of people who do so. Some of the aforementioned ex-friends did indeed claim to be misanthropic, however, after getting to know them I found that their motivations for hating humankind were not justified in the slightest. In fact, what they cited as reasons to hate humanity I find as some of the only things that keep me clinging on to this life. In other words, they were fake misanthropes, poseurs, pseudo-misanthropes. And it's all because of their reasoning behind it. They only fueled my hatred even more.
I am a misanthrope primarily because of the iniquity and intolerance I see in this world. I have seen how humanity mercilessly sh*ts all over what it falsely perceives as being weak and inferior, and then laughs all the way to the next victim. Then, god forbid someone with an ounce of compassion speaks up and tries to call the flock of vampire-sheep out on it, because that would mean that they're some kind of "SJW" or "communist". I mean, hey, ain't I a piece of sh*t for beginning to attempt making my situation better? Taking a stand for what's right?!
I could go on typing on until my fingers snap off or my keyboard breaks about how much human society makes me sick. I keep trying to heal the countless wounds they have inflicted on me, only for them to throw acid in them and lick my tears. All my efforts are futile, it's as if they only want me around to take delight in my misery.
Also: I'd like to apologize for the less literary-minded types if my imagery is flying over your head. Of course, I'm speaking metaphorically. Let this quote from Max Payne 2 sum up what I'm talking about: "The rain was comin' down like all the angels in heaven decided to take a piss at the same time. When you're in a situation like mine, you can only think in metaphors."