People suck.
Yeah, I went there. For someone who has a crapload of friends, I hate people. You know what I hate more than people? INCONSIDERATE people. The ones who say they'll call you in the next few days and then they don't, so YOU have to call THEM. And then they LIE about calling you when they said they would, even though your phone is brand new and so you KNOW that they didn't call.
Fuck, I forget where I was going with this. Fuck it.
I was fired the other day. I'm still a little pissed. More to come. Maybe.
November 09, 2009
What. The. Hell?
So, I'm a part of a website that has a bunch of forums and one of the forums has a thread called 'The Stored Emotions Box', which is located in a girls only forum. A pretty good idea in my opinion, so that the girls on the site can spill stuff that they think they can't share with anyone else. So you get the normal teenage girl stuff: 'The bitch won't stop spreading lies!' 'I think I love him! HELP! I don't want to love him!' 'He said he loves me.' 'Zomfg, he KISSED me!'
Thing is, it's all girls aged eleven to around fifteen. The kissing thing I get, but it's coming from the ELEVEN year olds! The love thing is as well! "Zomg, I love him. I don't know what to do anymore, because he's EVERYWHERE I LOOK!' Even though she mentioned that she had classes with him every day in every period. OF COURSE HE'S EVERYWHERE YOU LOOK! YOU'D KNOW WHERE TO LOOK IN ORDER TO SEE HIM! THAT MEANS ZIPPITY SHITE! GTFO OF MY HOUSE!
These girls are so anxious to fall in love that they've decided that infatuation is the same as love, when it fully ISN'T. Seriously, get some fucking life experience before you decide that you know what love is. Also, if you THINK you love someone, then you completely don't, so still GTFO of my fucking house. It's rare that someone falls in love at eleven years of age, ripe from finally understanding that cooties don't exist, even though we all secretly administered our own cootie shots until we were fifteen and in high school.
Another thing that's discussed: the levels of "royalty" in schools.
Fuck. Seriously. These girls need to realise that the school only has levels of "royalty" because they let it happen. MORPH AND MATURE, GODDAMMIT! Who cares if you lose your friends if you talk to someone "unworthy"? If they're going to ditch you because you talked to someone "beneath you" on the social scale of lies and degradation (is that a word? If it isn't, it should be. It's epic. Definition: the act of degrading someone. I win) then they obviously weren't good friends to begin with and you could TOTALLY do better than them.
Newsflash, people: you hit high school and everything you thought you knew about social totem poles in elementary school goes to shite as soon as you step over the threshhold of your secondary school. Especially if it's a fucking huge school. Bigger school = bigger chance of the nerds ganging up on you and beating your sorry, pathetic ass because they were the ones you picked on/ignored/treated like rubbish when you were in elementary school. Just in case you haven't noticed, the nerds are the ones who get somewhere in life. Bill Gates? NERD! What's his job? Um, WINDOWS! HE FUCKING CREATED THE SYSTEM THAT MAINLY EVERYONE IN THE WORLD PRAISES AND/OR CANNOT LIVE WITHOUT.
Which brings me to my rant about the media.
Media, wtf? Seriously. We're all supposed to be twig-things? We have to be able to disa-fucking-ppear whenever we turn the wrong way? We need to be able to shimmy ourselves into jeans that are more than likely going to castrate some poor male who actually WANTS to have kids one day? Why, media? Because the actors that everyone looks up to are doing it? OK, that's cool; I'll hang on to their every fucking word and when they say, 'Yeah, I'm gonna jump off a bridge next!', I'll ignore the sarcasm and kill myself because the famous person who got lucky and managed to get paid because everyone knows his/her name said that s/he was going to do it! And we're all doing what the famous people do, right? Or, I could just snort a fuckload of coke and drink until I can't even walk, then clamber into a car and drive home. When I'm pulled over, I'll say that my life is so fucked up and complicated and no one under-fucking-stands me because I'm just doing what the famous people did. Monkey see, monkey do!
GET A FUCKING BRAIN OF YOUR OWN!
This is YOUR life, not some famous person's life. Do what YOU want to do with YOUR life. Who cares what people think? Your family HAS to love you, your friends already know how fucked up you can be, and the people on the sidewalk who look at you when you do something weird are people you'll never see again who apparently have NO sense of humour, or they'd be laughing at the fact that you were doing something stupid. Stop being sheep and be the damned shepards!
That's all for now. I'll find something else to bitch about tomorrow
Thing is, it's all girls aged eleven to around fifteen. The kissing thing I get, but it's coming from the ELEVEN year olds! The love thing is as well! "Zomg, I love him. I don't know what to do anymore, because he's EVERYWHERE I LOOK!' Even though she mentioned that she had classes with him every day in every period. OF COURSE HE'S EVERYWHERE YOU LOOK! YOU'D KNOW WHERE TO LOOK IN ORDER TO SEE HIM! THAT MEANS ZIPPITY SHITE! GTFO OF MY HOUSE!
These girls are so anxious to fall in love that they've decided that infatuation is the same as love, when it fully ISN'T. Seriously, get some fucking life experience before you decide that you know what love is. Also, if you THINK you love someone, then you completely don't, so still GTFO of my fucking house. It's rare that someone falls in love at eleven years of age, ripe from finally understanding that cooties don't exist, even though we all secretly administered our own cootie shots until we were fifteen and in high school.
Another thing that's discussed: the levels of "royalty" in schools.
Fuck. Seriously. These girls need to realise that the school only has levels of "royalty" because they let it happen. MORPH AND MATURE, GODDAMMIT! Who cares if you lose your friends if you talk to someone "unworthy"? If they're going to ditch you because you talked to someone "beneath you" on the social scale of lies and degradation (is that a word? If it isn't, it should be. It's epic. Definition: the act of degrading someone. I win) then they obviously weren't good friends to begin with and you could TOTALLY do better than them.
Newsflash, people: you hit high school and everything you thought you knew about social totem poles in elementary school goes to shite as soon as you step over the threshhold of your secondary school. Especially if it's a fucking huge school. Bigger school = bigger chance of the nerds ganging up on you and beating your sorry, pathetic ass because they were the ones you picked on/ignored/treated like rubbish when you were in elementary school. Just in case you haven't noticed, the nerds are the ones who get somewhere in life. Bill Gates? NERD! What's his job? Um, WINDOWS! HE FUCKING CREATED THE SYSTEM THAT MAINLY EVERYONE IN THE WORLD PRAISES AND/OR CANNOT LIVE WITHOUT.
Which brings me to my rant about the media.
Media, wtf? Seriously. We're all supposed to be twig-things? We have to be able to disa-fucking-ppear whenever we turn the wrong way? We need to be able to shimmy ourselves into jeans that are more than likely going to castrate some poor male who actually WANTS to have kids one day? Why, media? Because the actors that everyone looks up to are doing it? OK, that's cool; I'll hang on to their every fucking word and when they say, 'Yeah, I'm gonna jump off a bridge next!', I'll ignore the sarcasm and kill myself because the famous person who got lucky and managed to get paid because everyone knows his/her name said that s/he was going to do it! And we're all doing what the famous people do, right? Or, I could just snort a fuckload of coke and drink until I can't even walk, then clamber into a car and drive home. When I'm pulled over, I'll say that my life is so fucked up and complicated and no one under-fucking-stands me because I'm just doing what the famous people did. Monkey see, monkey do!
GET A FUCKING BRAIN OF YOUR OWN!
This is YOUR life, not some famous person's life. Do what YOU want to do with YOUR life. Who cares what people think? Your family HAS to love you, your friends already know how fucked up you can be, and the people on the sidewalk who look at you when you do something weird are people you'll never see again who apparently have NO sense of humour, or they'd be laughing at the fact that you were doing something stupid. Stop being sheep and be the damned shepards!
That's all for now. I'll find something else to bitch about tomorrow
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