Oh no, mama help me! I'm scared of flying!
COMPLAINT NOTE: I add people because I'm curious about their lives and what you have to say. DO NOT ADD ME AND THEN GET SURPRISED WHEN I DON'T RESPOND TO EVERY FUCKING POST YOU MAKE, DO NOT FEEBLY ATTEMPT CONVERTING ME INTO A COMMENT WHORE. I swear to god, I am getting tired of this. I have never removed somebody for such a petty reason, please bestow me the same courtesy. If you're removing me because I suck at being a person, then by all means, feel free. But stop getting "personally offended" because I barely have enough time to update my own journal, never mind fellate someone else's.
Moving along.
Most people would be surprised to know that I have extreme amounts of tolerance. I only completely cut people off when they continue to be an unflinching douchebag after countless warnings and show no evidence of any possible progression. However, instead of lengthy diatribes about individual people I've known personally, I'll take the easier route of weeping and shaking my clenched fists at certain behaviors.
I watch and read a lot of things that piss me off, almost constantly. Whether it's the news, assembled articles, reality shows that make me throw shit at my own television in disgust, or just listening to people talk - I endure a lot, and it's absolutely my own fault. HOWEVER. As hilarious as stripper anecdotes can be, my patience has diachronically worn to the point where I can't even fucking tolerate overhearing these conversations anymore. Ergo, I went and bought a generic MP3 player to overpower the smoldering cauldron of conversational faggotry that occurs in my dressing room. Which leads me to...
Please stop talking to me when I have headphones on. I'm completely baffled why the fuck anyone would ever do this. I'm never one of those imbeciles who shuts myself off from my own friends at a party with angsty music, but I feel at nine o'clock in the morning when I'm mentally preparing for a long day of dry-humping strangers, I need to inject my brain fissures with healthy doses of Miles Davis. IS IT THAT MUCH TO ASK FOR YOU TO AT LEAST TAP ME ON THE SHOULDER BEFORE MOVING YOUR MUTED LIPS TO INITIATE DIALOGUE? I mean jesus christ, people, I even bought headphones in the most obnoxious shade of lime green to make them visible.
Alt porn sites. (For reference: Suicidegirls, GodsGirls, ad nauseam) The feelgood justification behind this is through the vehicle of their bodies drooling with tattoos and punctured with "self-expressive" piercings, they are collectively symbolizing the bodies of "real women" who don't conform to the technological sophistication of Hollywood beauty standards. And yet all of them are slender, white, and harbor a curious absense of pubic hair. Wow, talk about really stepping outside of the box! You sure showed us fuddy-duddies what's what. Because that's all that's required from the banal-minded, to replace tanorexia with pallor. Also, a mind-numbing amount of them have succumbed to mutiliating their chest cavities with that ever-so-delicious implantation device, but please take these people seriously as unconventional crusaders, dammit.
Privelaged people whining about freedom of speech. You heard me, suburbia. My biggest dilemma with this lamenting bitchfest is that it's always the racist, sexist, classist, and/or homophobic idiot throwing out caustic generalizations that mirror disgusting insults that people have to listen to every day in their lives to begin with, sometimes blatant and sometimes steathily subliminal through the media and through social interactions, and then when people DARE to get annoyed by them, OH MY GOD YOU POLITICALLY CORRECT FASCIST HOW DARE YOU STIFLE MY UNREPETENT ABUSE OF THE FIRST AMMENDMENT! The socially sheltered would rather continue to perpetuate oppressive "jokes" rather than delve into their own pitiful semblance of a personality. How about instead of dismissing your targets as humorless pillocks, you actually take some time to reflect on why these insults hurt to begin with? Basically, what this implies is they have the "right" to make racist (to use one example) remarks, while the target has the "right" to silently deal with the abuse of their character lest they be bludgeoned with the label of "PC". Sounds like an amazing deal!
Do you ever find yourself contemplating the maelstrom of douchebaggery you exist in and just find yourself feeling really annoyed and hopeless? And no matter how much you try to find the optimism, your frustration with society's drawbacks is constantly validated every time you leave the house, every time you open a book, every time you turn on the television? So that even as a recluse, it's unavoidable?
And boy oh boy, isn't it even worse when you try to talk to people you otherwise respect about it, and they just don't want to hear it, because unlike you they live in an environment where they have the luxury of not thinking about it? And then to dropkick me with that point, they send me a link to a flash cartoon.
Yep, it's a delightful pain in the ass, all right! Maybe I should've posted something with more intellectual heft, like this morning's sandwich or leveling my Diablo character.
Moving along.
Most people would be surprised to know that I have extreme amounts of tolerance. I only completely cut people off when they continue to be an unflinching douchebag after countless warnings and show no evidence of any possible progression. However, instead of lengthy diatribes about individual people I've known personally, I'll take the easier route of weeping and shaking my clenched fists at certain behaviors.
I watch and read a lot of things that piss me off, almost constantly. Whether it's the news, assembled articles, reality shows that make me throw shit at my own television in disgust, or just listening to people talk - I endure a lot, and it's absolutely my own fault. HOWEVER. As hilarious as stripper anecdotes can be, my patience has diachronically worn to the point where I can't even fucking tolerate overhearing these conversations anymore. Ergo, I went and bought a generic MP3 player to overpower the smoldering cauldron of conversational faggotry that occurs in my dressing room. Which leads me to...
Please stop talking to me when I have headphones on. I'm completely baffled why the fuck anyone would ever do this. I'm never one of those imbeciles who shuts myself off from my own friends at a party with angsty music, but I feel at nine o'clock in the morning when I'm mentally preparing for a long day of dry-humping strangers, I need to inject my brain fissures with healthy doses of Miles Davis. IS IT THAT MUCH TO ASK FOR YOU TO AT LEAST TAP ME ON THE SHOULDER BEFORE MOVING YOUR MUTED LIPS TO INITIATE DIALOGUE? I mean jesus christ, people, I even bought headphones in the most obnoxious shade of lime green to make them visible.
Alt porn sites. (For reference: Suicidegirls, GodsGirls, ad nauseam) The feelgood justification behind this is through the vehicle of their bodies drooling with tattoos and punctured with "self-expressive" piercings, they are collectively symbolizing the bodies of "real women" who don't conform to the technological sophistication of Hollywood beauty standards. And yet all of them are slender, white, and harbor a curious absense of pubic hair. Wow, talk about really stepping outside of the box! You sure showed us fuddy-duddies what's what. Because that's all that's required from the banal-minded, to replace tanorexia with pallor. Also, a mind-numbing amount of them have succumbed to mutiliating their chest cavities with that ever-so-delicious implantation device, but please take these people seriously as unconventional crusaders, dammit.
Privelaged people whining about freedom of speech. You heard me, suburbia. My biggest dilemma with this lamenting bitchfest is that it's always the racist, sexist, classist, and/or homophobic idiot throwing out caustic generalizations that mirror disgusting insults that people have to listen to every day in their lives to begin with, sometimes blatant and sometimes steathily subliminal through the media and through social interactions, and then when people DARE to get annoyed by them, OH MY GOD YOU POLITICALLY CORRECT FASCIST HOW DARE YOU STIFLE MY UNREPETENT ABUSE OF THE FIRST AMMENDMENT! The socially sheltered would rather continue to perpetuate oppressive "jokes" rather than delve into their own pitiful semblance of a personality. How about instead of dismissing your targets as humorless pillocks, you actually take some time to reflect on why these insults hurt to begin with? Basically, what this implies is they have the "right" to make racist (to use one example) remarks, while the target has the "right" to silently deal with the abuse of their character lest they be bludgeoned with the label of "PC". Sounds like an amazing deal!
Do you ever find yourself contemplating the maelstrom of douchebaggery you exist in and just find yourself feeling really annoyed and hopeless? And no matter how much you try to find the optimism, your frustration with society's drawbacks is constantly validated every time you leave the house, every time you open a book, every time you turn on the television? So that even as a recluse, it's unavoidable?
And boy oh boy, isn't it even worse when you try to talk to people you otherwise respect about it, and they just don't want to hear it, because unlike you they live in an environment where they have the luxury of not thinking about it? And then to dropkick me with that point, they send me a link to a flash cartoon.
Yep, it's a delightful pain in the ass, all right! Maybe I should've posted something with more intellectual heft, like this morning's sandwich or leveling my Diablo character.