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oh bitch please.
with all their uptight, overly sensitive, don't want to hear the truth bullshit, people these days really make me laugh and shake my head in wonder.
fuck, sometimes, i ponder their words thoughtfully. i say shit i realize is wrong, or not true, or not nice all the time. then i apologize.
but usually, when people freak out over what i've done/said, i just sit and think to myself, "seriously, you, or someone else, or someone else other than them was thinking the exact same thing, and didn't have the balls to say it. So I do, and that makes me the pariah, the bitch, the know-it-all."
Whatever. I don't care.
It wears on a person, though, this sense that no one can ever really say what they want to.
You have to be professional. You have to be tactful. You have to be polite. You have to be sensitive. You have to be kind.
I'm all of the above, but when someone asks a totally inappropriate, out of place, holier-than-thou sounding question, then no, I guess I'm not.
I'm not going to go do some encyclopedia britannica style research on their behalf, and run back to them, proffering the newly gleaned information on a beautifully decorated little silver spoon.
Is it wrong to hate many things in life? Why must everything be one big huge love-in? Why is it evil to gently and politely say something to say something that ISN'T complimentary?
Since when is giving your own honest opinion a bad thing?
with all their uptight, overly sensitive, don't want to hear the truth bullshit, people these days really make me laugh and shake my head in wonder.
fuck, sometimes, i ponder their words thoughtfully. i say shit i realize is wrong, or not true, or not nice all the time. then i apologize.
but usually, when people freak out over what i've done/said, i just sit and think to myself, "seriously, you, or someone else, or someone else other than them was thinking the exact same thing, and didn't have the balls to say it. So I do, and that makes me the pariah, the bitch, the know-it-all."
Whatever. I don't care.
It wears on a person, though, this sense that no one can ever really say what they want to.
You have to be professional. You have to be tactful. You have to be polite. You have to be sensitive. You have to be kind.
I'm all of the above, but when someone asks a totally inappropriate, out of place, holier-than-thou sounding question, then no, I guess I'm not.
I'm not going to go do some encyclopedia britannica style research on their behalf, and run back to them, proffering the newly gleaned information on a beautifully decorated little silver spoon.
Is it wrong to hate many things in life? Why must everything be one big huge love-in? Why is it evil to gently and politely say something to say something that ISN'T complimentary?
Since when is giving your own honest opinion a bad thing?