Fed Up.

Today's mood is fed the fuck up. I know the majority of my posts are ranty, but by the time I find any time to write a post, I'm ranty. I don't get people. I don't mean that all people are stupid and therefore, me being smart, can't comprehend the sheer amounts of stupidity certain people give off. I mean I don't get people. And here is why: I'm an individual. I'm not better except in my own mind, quite understanding a bit of information coming from a sometimes narcissist, aint it? Okay, so in a few ways I might be better, but in a few ways others are better than me. If you count on that kinda ridiculous scale anyway. It depends on the person, but I'd like to think that there are just some basic, common sense things that people as a society should freakin' be, like understanding and introspective with the mental capacity to view the world through more than a narrow ass scope that shows them at the damn end.

Intermission: I am aware of my horrible run on and incomplete sentences in this post.

Why is it that people want to be the damn victims of society all the time? "No one understands me!", "No one accepts me!"...blah blah blah. I'd be more understanding and sympathetic to this, since everyone thinks that from time to time including me, if it didn't come out of the mouth's of people that can't accept ME for who I am, or someone else for who they are. Thinking you are entitled to anything just because you are you is damn arrogant and immature. Everyone catches shit, everyone gets judged, and yes, everyone judges everyone. I am so sorry you have to work at something and earn it. The day you are so privy as not to have these problems everyone better be privy. You want to be the victim? Then do it the all the way, don't do any of this shit to anyone else. Do you know how much shit I catch from people about how I should give them special treatment, do for them something I don't do for even my closest friends, or maybe how much flack I get for the hair dying or the piercings, and the fact I am not a lover of the phone or typing out long ass messages in a window because I would rather look at a person? Or maybe even how I think in general. Yeah, that has been a wonderful topic of conversation I love to have. Just because I choose not to have certain people in my life after they have hurt or broken my trust, doesn't mean I am a tough, mean, or a massively jaded person, it means I'm not a door matt and that I don't think it's worth the trouble. I am sorry that I keep a select amount of close as hell friends that may not include certain people. But guess what, having a shit ton of friends just means you know a lot of people because it is impossible to really love a large quantity of individuals. I know who my friends are. I know the people I can call up or message and they wont judge me. I think that's what's really important. Knowing the people that wont look at you differently when they find out some of your less flattering features, people that don't want to save you or make you think differently because they think their way of thinking is far better. People that accept it's who you are, and whether they like it or not they don't treat you like crap based on it. Real love and friendship, I think, is the people in your life that see you, all of you, that don't excuse the least desired parts but know them and accept them, that don't view them as bad parts but just parts of you that make you who you are.

Life And The Song.

"Sure, it's good to feel things, and if it hurts, we're doing it to ourselves, or so the saying goes, but there should be a different music here. There should be just one safe place in the world, I mean this world. People get hurt here. People fall down and stay down and I don't like the way the song goes."

Richard Siken

A Brief Intermission.

Some things that I am not entirely sure why they are on DailySquee.com. Minus the first one.

It looks like a ball of chicken...It's a nugget!

The face of WTF.

Just plain WTF?!

I don't know what it is, but it frightens me.

Pet Peeve #6 (kinda a rant)

Okay Queen Shiva, calm the fuck down.

I would really like to know where this privileged attitude people have comes from. So, I was going through the drive through at McDonald's and they had a new girl on window. There was a lot of orders coming in so it was hard to switch her out without problems, besides a lot of managers like to crash course newer employees since they have to get used to the stress, and once you are able to function under the frustrations of rush hour you can function any time. But that doesn't mean you don't get overwhelmed and mess up. Believe it or not food service, cashiers, and many other people who work in jobs you think are mindless and easy have a lot to deal with and a lot they have to know. Anyway, they screwed up my order. The new girl looked crushed and kept apologizing like crazy and so did her manager. When I smiled and said it was okay, I was met with disbelief. And that pissed me off.

Here's the deal. I am newly exposed to working at a gas station. Sounds easy? No, no it's not. You have to know register, this entails knowing all the numbers for the produce and drinks that don't scan, knowing the functions for the food service section, knowing gas functions, kerosene functions, the lottery machine and how that works with the register, knowing all the forms of tobacco and where to find them, knowing what to do for companies that get special deals for working with us, knowing what to do when a co-worker uses their gift card, or when a customer uses a coffee card. All this while making food to go in the food case, timing the food so it's always fresh, stocking the coffee and timing that and the creamer so that's fresh while starting food for lunch, taking out the trash and cleaning up after customers. It is not easy. Then you have rush hour, pissy attitude customers, and people that get miffed when you follow the tobacco and alcohol laws by asking for their IDs because you don't want to get arrested or loose your job. I think you waiting an extra thirty seconds or so for someone to ID you so they don't suffer problems far worse than your lost time is understanding. Yes, they work in the service industry, no they don't get paid enough for you to forget how to be a decent person and act like a giant ass hole. I guarantee you that you have made mistakes many times and even been new at a job.

Here's the thing, no matter what job you have it is all for the sake of money and supporting ones self or family, to treat people that don't have some nice cushy job and office like shit for trying to live in a society that is run on money makes you a snobby stuck up piece of shit. Harsh? Well so are the people that get angry at the worker who can't get angry back or defend themselves because they would loose their jobs or get in big trouble. Does it make you feel big? Because it makes you look like a small minded idiot. Stop treating people like shit when you come in wearing sweatpants and people can smell you from the other side of the store. You're not privileged, you're a spoiled brat throwing a fit over things that are a waste of your energy and everyone else's time.

Pet Peeve #5

I'm bigger, you move.

Today while driving on a street that is prone to having some nice traffic, no real shoulders but a really wide sidewalk, I had to wait for a biker. Yes, wait. See, you can't go around them since there is on coming traffic, and since there is barley a shoulder you can't just keep going. You have to wait. Wait while there is a perfectly good sidewalk they could be on.

It's not just the bikers either. It's more the walkers. If the light is green I'm going. I just sat there through a red light to let other cars and your slow dumb ass walk. Now that that light is green it's my turn to go. Not yours. I have places to be that don't involve catering to your time because you were too busy flirting on the corner like a hooker. You don't want to walk out into traffic because you think everyone should part and wait for you like Moses and the Red Sea. You especially don't want to do it to me. Why? Because I will keep going. No I haven't hit someone, but I have slowed down and clipped them with my car or just pulled out in front of them and scared them. Last time I did it, it was night time, I had a green light, and a group of teenage girls (where are parents these days?) just walked out into the intersection expecting me to stop. No. There screams made up for their stupidity. The bottom line: I am a huge ass car, complete with lights. I am on a street which is for cars. I am where I'm supposed to be and easy to see. You can move your dumb privileged ass out of my way. You don't see me up on your sidewalks.

Questionably important.

If you give grass coffee, would it's growth be stunted? I don't want to mow the lawn, but the grass seems insistent that it should follow in the footsteps of a really tall person.

New Life Goal.