Saturday, May 28, 2011

Time.

Why do you have to tell someone to "Google it" because they're near a laptop, when you can just explain it to them? Is it so hard, now? Now that you have your cell phones you always have to check, and time is so important you can't bare to spare a moment to try to explain to me what something looks like.

I don't know why I care about what people think. I don't know why I get angry when people talk about people like they're objects, separating people into groups. Funny isn't it? They can profile people, tell you everything about that person and what is wrong with them, but they can't profile themselves. If they do, they are innocent, they are right, there's something wrong with everyone but them, or that person has done this, and this, and even this to me, so I have to right to do this.

Egotistical. Scum. Ingrates!

I've come to an irritating conclusion that the majority of the people in California do not say "thank you" because they mean it, they say it out of habit! They apparently don't have the TIME to appreciate anyone or anything!!

I am seriously going to smash the cellphone of the next person who texts while I'm talking to them.


Here are some damn fucking quotes from the people around me:

"Poetry is for emos."
"I am a woman in the areas of my life that isn't important."
"At a strip club."
"That is funny."
"Money makes a good man."
"Let's get some strippers for..."
"Those girls are..."

Actually, I'll stop here. I should have gotten used to this...



I'm stupid for getting angry over this.

And let me tell you this, I DO explain to people when they're wrong, these rants are just residues.

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