I would also have to say my freshman year of college. I expected college to be a place of learned people wanting nothing more than to learn, but instead it was all just people expecting to get something for nothing and party all day.
So I turned to hating everything. Man, did I
hate everything. I hated sunrises, sunsets, the sky, the ceiling, the stars. Nothing was beautiful to me except negativity, especially people failing. I would walk around campus with my mp3 player constantly on, wearing sunglasses even at night just to avoid listening and looking at people because they all disgusted me. I wouldn't hold doors for people and would get pissed off when they wasted time holding the door for me. People would ask me to help them with something and I'd just keep walking. I made it my mission to put as much criticism into the world as possible, never talking about what I liked and only what I hated.
In my mind no one deserved any happiness because at one point or another everyone was stupid and hedonistic. No one ever thought about the consequences, even minor echoes of consequences, their actions had. The 'me' generation deserved to suffer, a lot, so I took it upon myself to spread misery. Negativity gave me hope and positive energy weakened me.
In short, I was this guy:
A lot of bridges were burned during those times. I think I finally broke out of it when I made my cousin, who is more like my little sister, hate my guts.
Course, I still haven't fully gotten out of the "if you aren't pissed off, you're not paying attention" mentality. It's a hard habit to shake. I've shifted more to the neutral end that I don't like excessive hatred, but still don't like excessive joy, either. Call me Vulcan if you
must, but I still believe in knowing every action has consequences and hedonism is the root of all evil.