Sunday, November 09, 2008
Get A Hobby
One of the reasons I got out of corporate America is because of the busy bodies. Lord Almighty were these people fucking nosy. Always wanting to know my business. I figured that with the current job, I’d be relieved of that. I work with mostly males and I figured males would talk about chicks, booze, chicks, music, chicks, cars, chicks, guns and chicks.
You know what? These people are the worst gossips I’ve ever known. They embarrass the office hags with their constant back stabbing, spreading of rumors and just all around bullshit whining.
If you want to piss me off, try to get involved in my personal life without an invitation. Yes, I have a blog, but I am a very private person. I don’t reveal a lot of stuff on here because I am that private. You see what I want you to see and that is it. I do not share more than I’m willing. Most of you understand that without me having to say it. Many times I’ve had people email me and tell me they wish me luck with this thing or that and apologize, in advance, if they are being nosy. “I’m not trying to get up in your business, please don’t think that.” Nope, I don’t. Don’t you worry.
What does irritate the ever loving shit out of me is when people ASSUME they know what’s going on, when they don’t have a fucking clue, spread some rumor around and start shit that doesn’t die easily.
So, an open letter to the little bitches in my real life who are trying to start shit:
What I want to know is, what difference does it make to YOU what I do with MY life? Why is that anyones concern? If I want to go do something, or go hang out with someone or even if I want to date someone, what difference does that make to you? Does it affect you? No? Then back the fuck off. You worry about your own personal affairs, your own messed up existence, your own pissy little marriage, your own drug and alcohol problems and leave me the fuck alone. I do not pry in to your business, stop trying to get in to mine.
And on that same note, please stop sharing your private business with me. I don’t want to get involved in the middle of some drama you are having with your wife or your friends or neighbors. I don’t want you to ask me how your wife and some other man are doing because a) I don’t know WHAT the fuck you are talking about and b) even if I did, I DON’T FUCKING CARE! That is your life, your dilemma, your mess. Not mine. Don’t tell me your business. Get a fucking shrink, instead.
I keep most people at arm’s distance and I really don’t want to know shit about most people. Seriously. Usually, at work, I’m the last one to know anything because that’s just how much I don’t fucking CARE. Rumors and gossip can be flying around for months on end before I ever hear about it and while yes, sometimes it is shocking, and sometimes when I say, “HUH?!?!” out of shock, I’m told, “Duh, I thought everyone knew that!”
No, I didn’t know it. No, I didn’t WANT to know it. No, I don’t fucking care to hear anymore. SHUT your mouth. Stop spreading shit around. What on earth makes you think I want to know the comings and goings of another person? Why the fuck do you think that interests me? It doesn’t interest me. I do not live for “juicy tidbits” about other people. I do not enjoy hearing about debauchery and all other sorts of fucked up shit that people get themselves in to.
I have my own life. I do what I need to do, do what I WANT to do and I keep that private. IF I choose to share that with you, then I will do so but until that time, leave me the fuck alone. What I do with my life does not concern anyone and I’m reaaaaaal sick of the excuse that the reason people are a bunch of nosy fucks is out of concern. My aching ass you have concern for me. “We just care about you and we need to know where you are going. When we don’t see your car at home, we worry.”
No. You. Fucking. Don’t.
You just want to fucking know what I’m doing because you have nothing of your own to keep yourselves busy. If you actually fucking cared and had concern for me, you would a) ask for my phone number, b) treat me a hell of a lot better at work and c) SHUT YOUR FUCKING mouth about anything you do find out that I’m doing and/or stop spreading the fucking bullshit rumors that may be flying around at the time.
Don’t fucking tell me that you care, like a friend, full of concern for my well being when you don’t bloody well act like that. Actions speak louder than words and your actions tell me that you just want to know where the fuck I am, when I’m there, who I’m with and why.
You are not my mother, my father, my guardian. You are not my parole officer. (No, I don’t have one of those.) I do not have to answer to you. ALL you need to be concerned about when it comes to me is do I show up for work? Do I work? Am I cordial to you at work? After that, we have nothing further to discuss.
My personal life is not an open book for you to delve in to and what assumptions you may make about my personal life are not to be aired. I can’t stop you from assuming all kinds of shit, that’s your problem. But you best shut that fucking pie hole of yours before you go blabbering off a volley of rumors trying to undermine me or cause me all kinds of shit when you don’t know one damn thing that you are saying.
And IF I am doing something that you find out about, it’s not for you to discuss with anyone. It is MY life and I will be the one to share whatever information I wish to share. You are not invited in to my private life because you are not wanted there. You want to talk about something, talk about the weather or where you went shopping last night or what you had to eat.
Shut the fuck up before I break your goddamn teeth off at the gumline.
Don’t underestimate me. Don’t think that you are hurting me or my feelings. Don’t think that you can ruin anything for me because you are child’s play. You will lose. Big. Your best bet is to get a fucking hobby and mind your own.
Don’t start none, there won’t be none. You better learn that fucking lesson and fast.
