01.05.13

Bitch, please...

     I apologize in advance for whatever angry emotions might be diffused into this one particular post.

     It is amazing the different kinds of people walking this earth right now. Most of them don't even know how absurd they really are until someone like me just brutally calls them out on their delightful little flaws. 

     I obviously have no problem saying to ones face how ridiculous they are being. And I honestly don't care if that person looks at me like I am the biggest bitch they have ever met. They have a right to know how awful of a human being they are. 

     On a day-to-day basis I have to deal with these specific kinds of people. The complainers. The whiners. The bitch-ers. I hate those people for one specific reason. They are fucking idiots. Wasting everyone's time, including mine, especially their own, crying about something they need, something they don't have, time moving too slowly, time moving too quickly, something just isn't going exactly how they intended it to go.         Boo-fucking-hoo. 

     Maybe this post makes me a hypocrite because I am doing exactly what they do, only by myself, in my room, to a computer screen. And I am in fact complaining about complainers. Mind = BLOWN. 

     But let's just cut the shit for two whole seconds here, shall we?

     What purpose does a complaint have? 

     None. Zilch. Nada. None at all. 

     So why do people complain at all?

     Do you feel the need to speak your mind about how sorry your life is for having to actually wait in a line at Wal-Mart? Really?

     How about that awful traffic jam after you are finally out of work and just want to get home? Gonna lay on your horn for everyone to hear how fucking frustrated you are with life? 

     Feel better? Nope. That whining got you no where. That horn did nothing but piss off those people around you and make a few ears bleed. Good for you. Hope you're proud.

     I don't quite grasp the concept of why we are all so fucking angry all the goddamn time, flipping people off, bitching to our friends, co-workers, family, and just about anyone who is willing to listen to us whine about the horrors of our mediocre day. 

     My advice to you, angry customer who has to wait a whole two minutes before being rung out...

SHUT THE FUCK UP!

Resolution #005: Quit your bitching. The world does not revolve around you and you can only move as fast as the person in front of you. Impatience, complaining, long exasperated sighs of frustration, and magical little cuss words are not going to make your life easier. I promise. Sorry, but your complaints are going to go unacknowledged. Instead, why don't you just sit back, eat a muffin, and fucking wait like the rest of us!