Misanthropy and Wal-Mart

I was at Wal-Mart a couple days ago buying a copy of Final Fantasy XII and a sack of hamburger buns when it suddenly occurred to me that I positively adore the self-checkout option. Perhaps it was because I had to wade past the crowd of small children raising funds at the front doors, or it could be that I simply wasn't in a terrifically congenial mood, but I felt the need to come up with something to explain this sudden and inexplicable affection for automated purchasing. What I conjured I believe I shall dub the Strong Misanthropic Principle, and it reads thusly:

"The fewer people I have to interact with in order to get my necessary shit done, the better."

It's fairly simple, straightforward, and to the point. None of this weird vagueness of meaning associated with the regular old anthropic principle and all its myriad variants. Of course, the various anthropic principles (strong and weak) could all use some consideration at some point, because I have some very pointed, and probably very unique, views on precisely how wrong the lot of them are.

I have pointed views on lots of things, however. Honestly, it's a surprise that I don't just stab people when I turn around in a crowded room.

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Balthier? What's that philanderer doing here? I'm supposed to kill him, not these imperial scum!