Tuesday, June 17, 2008
The Year Of My Disgust
In the past month I’ve gone through a move, a revisit, 5 births, a death, another death, a feeling of being out of place and am now finding myself again.
I am still driving idiots around in airboats and let me tell you kids, I’ve had it with people, in a general sense. There are far too many stupid, immature, whiny, lying, manipulative, bullshit artists out there. Europe? Seriously, you are not all that so get the fuck over yourself. Especially you Italian and French pieces of shit. Jeezus you guys are complete assholes.
As for personal, trust my instincts. For the love of GOD would I not just trust my instincts already? If I feel something isn’t right in Whoville, then maybe something isn’t fucking right in Whoville. But nooooo, I constantly make excuses for people’s bullshit. “Oh, they’re having a bad day.” “Oh, they just haven’t learned this or that in life.” “Oh, they’ll get it eventually.”
No. Fuck those people. Some people are perpetual victims and will never understand that they are the ones doing every damn thing to themselves. Idiots. I’ve had it with whiny assed idiots. Enough of the pissing and moaning about how things aren’t fair. Enough of the crying and carrying on about how they’ve had it so fucking hard in this life because of shit they did to their own stupid asses. Some people have had everything handed to them and yet they carry on and on and on about how hard it’s been for them. Bullshit. Go experience life. Go see what others have endured in their lifetimes. Stop fucking whining. And get up off your pathetic ass and do something for yourself. Twats.
Right now I’m saving up my money like you wouldn’t believe. And eventually I’m going to move from this city and go somewhere else where people are sane. Where people give a shit. Where people have consideration. Where they care about the others around them. This city is full of self serving, narcissistic assholes. Plastic assholes. Mail order whores. The stupidity in this city runs rampant. The complete lack of consideration is jaw dropping. The incivility is bewildering, even to this day. I understand that there are pricks everywhere you go but damn this city has cornered the market on that. Image, image, image, everyone look at me, I have this and that and my car, my phone, my fake friends, fake boobs, fake nails, fake hair, fake ass.....I’m so fucking special! You wish you were me! You’re just jealous!
Hell no I’m not. I’m not jealous of a piece of plastic, empty, soul less shit like you. Whoop de fucking doo...you live in a big house or condo and have a BMW or Mercedes and like, wow, you’re so skinny and have big chesticles and ass implants but you know what, idiot? You have no fucking personality or compassion or any sense of being real at all. You’re right. I’m just one giant wad of jealousy over that. How many medications are you fools on?
One day, I think I’ll move north and get a plot of land with an old house, sturdy house. I’ll have a porch and a rocking chair and I’ll have all these animals I’ve saved running around, being free and happy, cared for while I sit in that rocking chair, on that porch, under the glorious evening and night sky, snapping beans and peeling potatoes for the nightly feast. I’ll then go inside and sit in another chair and listen to the ticking of the old grandfather clock as I have my tea and read a book before retiring to bed and watching some stupid ass reality show with some stupid ass bitches on it who complain about the stupidest ass shit I’ve ever heard and laugh and laugh and laugh because yep, they have it so! much better than me.
That’s my plan. Peace and fucking quiet, relaxation...being real. Living in the moment. Enjoying nature and this world and beyond. The people? Hopefully where I’m choosing will have much more “down to earth” (I hate that expression), people, real people, hard working people, people with soul, people who get it.
I’m done with the whiny shits of this world and I WILL call every fucking one of them on it every damn time. And if they can’t handle it? Tough shit. Grow up. A disagreement is not the end of the world. It’s unbelievable. People in their 30s and 40s even beyond still act like school children who think that if you have an argument, everything is bullshit, it’s all disrespect, it’s all too hard, it’s all over! OH THE DRAMA!
An example of the mentality in this city....not only do they not bring their shopping carts back to the drop off or to the store, not only do they drive through parking lots however they damn well please, not only do they run red lights, cut you off, turn left from three lanes over to the right, blare their horns, throw their trash everywhere except in a garbage can, drop things in the store and leave them there, open containers of milk, pass it around to their entire family and then put it back on the shelf, get pissy with you if you don’t speak fucking Spanish, (I refuse), mess up the simplest order, let their children run around like fucking monkeys, shove past you, bump in to you, step on you and don’t even say, “Excuse me”......but they have such an arrogance the likes of which I’ve never seen before.
I had something for sale. I did find someone who wanted to buy but had to make payments. Against my better judgement, I decided to allow them to do so. The first month they gave me $50 out of the $1000 owed and a whole lot of excuses and turned it around as if they were doing me the favor. Then someone I sort of know called up and said they knew someone else who wanted to buy what I had for sale. Fine. I doubled the price and told them to have the person meet me the next day. Then the asshole had the audacity to ask me to charge the person $200 extra for them for a finder’s fee.
A fucking finder’s fee! Let me explain how a finder’s fee works, douches. You actively seek people out. You work at it, you make it your job to find a buyer. You do NOT get a finder’s fee because someone you know mentions in casual conversation that they need what the seller had for sale. Let’s say you and I are acquaintences and you have a sweater for sale. Three weeks later, a friend of mine says, “Wow, I really want a sweater.” You say, “I know someone who was trying to sell a sweater, let me call them for you.” I call and tell you that my friend wants a sweater and you say, “Have them stop by tomorrow morning.” Nowhere in there have I fucking earned a damn finder’s fee. The absurdity makes my mind reel. No one around here does anything for anyone else without a fucking price tag attached to it. No one does anything just to help out or be kind or be neighborly. Everyone wants something. Everyone acts like they’ve done gigantic favors for everyone they come across. And what’s even worse is that this is becoming more and more common and I know that someone is going to read this and not understand why it is, indeed, absurd.
Not everything has been bad, though. I did rescue a cat, another one, that was dropped off by some cock sucker, near where I live. I won its trust and eventually she got to move inside. Not before she got knocked up, though. Now I’m the nurse for 4 tiny kittens who are on their third week of life. Jesus they are cute. I need to find homes for them and hopefully I will. I think I might have two homes already lined up. We’ll see. I don’t trust anyone anymore with the bullshit words they say. Actions, assholes. Actions. Your words don’t mean diddly shit to me anymore.
I lost a bunny I rescued from being snake food. Storms. Bad storms. Think it had a heart attack. I disposed of the body in the Indian way...as close as I could get, that is. That really sucked to lose it but I may have another coming. Because apparently I’m the one who saves all these innocent helpless creatures according to the neighborhood. Fine with me. I’m really liking animals a hell of a lot more than people these days.
By the way, why on earth do people have snakes? You can’t do shit with them. They sit in a cage. Whoo. What fun.
Oh and the next douche bag who tells me I need to get out and date? I will come there and put my boot up your ass because I don’t need anymore of that shit. I apparently cannot pick the right people. I am no good at that. I pick all the fucking cream of the crop assholes out there and I’m not doing it again.
Ok, enough random strings of thoughts today. I have to get ready to tote around more arrogant worthless fucking oxygen wasters. Hey kids! Let me give you some advice. If you see that it’s raining hard, maybe some hail, thunder and lightning, that is NOT THE FUCKING TIME to come out and take an airboat ride. And if you are stupid enough to come in at that precise moment, do not, for the love of GOD, ask me if you are going to get wet. Yes, dipshit. You are. And do not blame me and not tip me because you did. You’re the fucking fool who bought the ticket. I was dry before you came out. Now I’m sopping wet because you just HAD to go on an airboat ride right fucking now! TIP ME.
And if you think this is venting? You have seen nothing yet.
Oh and to a commenter from the last post..Dave...no, I didn’t leave because of some shits on the internet. No way. I could not care any less if it was humanly possible about anyone from the internet getting their panties in a twist over something I said or say. I was talking about people in real life who know my site but the gloves are totally off now. Fuck the lot of them. They read? They are not going to like it.
Boo.
Hoo.
OH! And one more thing. That whole crap about how it’s soooooo racist with the Osama and Michell “baby daddy” thing? That fucking bitch said it her damn self four years ago. When Osama was elected Senator, she fucking introduced him as “my baby’s daddy”. Go look it up if you don’t believe it. I told you when and where. DAMN what a bunch of idiots in this world. Does everyone have ADD?
