Well snap.
Sudden realization much? Yeah, took you long enough I suppose.
Seems to be that I enjoy going on vents of uncertainty on anything blog/journal/diary based. However, this one is a certainty.
The people I socialize with are fucking pricks.
Excluding Andy and his family; They are champions.
Luke, Dave, Nin and Dan. Fucking wastes of space. And I've never felt the need to judge someone in that category in my life.
They spent years looking for jobs once they left school. I moved to Glasgow and worked. Okay; So it went a little wrong eventually; But hell. The differences there are already vast.
They spent the past few months slagging me off rotten. "Why ain't you working Baker? What you doing you lazy cunt? Going to the job centre tomorrow?" and other obscenities that are uncalled for and not worth mentioning as it would rile me up more.
Yet I never dissed them back. I've never made any remarks to Nin's childhood (As to which I know fucking loads, we grew up together.) as well as Dave's.
Dan always tries to wind me up something rotten. Disses everything I've ever done. Always looks for a fight solely because he is larger and enjoys throwing his weight around.
Luke is one of the only people in this world that I truly, truly, truly fucking hate. Every inch of his being is shit. He starts arguments with me because he has a mass of friends to back him up; Laugh at his jokes. They don't laugh at mine. They're too fucking dense and sniffed out of their face to understand me. He makes snide remarks with Nin (his girlfriend) based towards me but not at me. While I'm in the same fucking room! They must truly think I'm as thick as nails or something.
Did I mention they do class A's every week?
So yeah, this job is due to start soon once my medical and references finally pass. But no, now they think I'm in a job that requires fucking elderly people and stealing their money. "Your that kind of person Baker."
It never stops. And for the first time in my life I've come to the realization that I am well and truly with the wrong people. Problem persists however; Since in Birmingham they're the only "friends" I have.
I don't know whether this is payback for moving around so much. But if it is; It's fucking cruel.
Once I'm qualified for the job and have a good record towards it; I'm out of here.
PS - On a good note. I've quit smoking. I did it before and got back into it due to my "friends". Whats the point of following people who aren't your friends to start with?
Seems to be that I enjoy going on vents of uncertainty on anything blog/journal/diary based. However, this one is a certainty.
The people I socialize with are fucking pricks.
Excluding Andy and his family; They are champions.
Luke, Dave, Nin and Dan. Fucking wastes of space. And I've never felt the need to judge someone in that category in my life.
They spent years looking for jobs once they left school. I moved to Glasgow and worked. Okay; So it went a little wrong eventually; But hell. The differences there are already vast.
They spent the past few months slagging me off rotten. "Why ain't you working Baker? What you doing you lazy cunt? Going to the job centre tomorrow?" and other obscenities that are uncalled for and not worth mentioning as it would rile me up more.
Yet I never dissed them back. I've never made any remarks to Nin's childhood (As to which I know fucking loads, we grew up together.) as well as Dave's.
Dan always tries to wind me up something rotten. Disses everything I've ever done. Always looks for a fight solely because he is larger and enjoys throwing his weight around.
Luke is one of the only people in this world that I truly, truly, truly fucking hate. Every inch of his being is shit. He starts arguments with me because he has a mass of friends to back him up; Laugh at his jokes. They don't laugh at mine. They're too fucking dense and sniffed out of their face to understand me. He makes snide remarks with Nin (his girlfriend) based towards me but not at me. While I'm in the same fucking room! They must truly think I'm as thick as nails or something.
Did I mention they do class A's every week?
So yeah, this job is due to start soon once my medical and references finally pass. But no, now they think I'm in a job that requires fucking elderly people and stealing their money. "Your that kind of person Baker."
It never stops. And for the first time in my life I've come to the realization that I am well and truly with the wrong people. Problem persists however; Since in Birmingham they're the only "friends" I have.
I don't know whether this is payback for moving around so much. But if it is; It's fucking cruel.
Once I'm qualified for the job and have a good record towards it; I'm out of here.
PS - On a good note. I've quit smoking. I did it before and got back into it due to my "friends". Whats the point of following people who aren't your friends to start with?