When she was 8 she saw a Saturday morning cartoon that featured an alley cat that walked down a city sidewalk muttering "I hate people," as people who passed him by kicked him aside, stepped on him, and knocked him over. He got shot to the moon and, finding himself finally living his fantasy to be alone, realized that loneliness was not all that he thought it would be. Now she is 35 and she thinks that she would find something great about being that far away from all the stupid people in the world, just for a little while.