Jan 04, 2008 00:51
hypersensitive.
that's the description, if I'm right.
I don't think I'm hypersensitive.
I don't think I've got a weak stomach.
I don't even think I'm unreasonable at this point.
Someone posted a bulletin about "not texting and driving" showing the effects.
The effects?
A man's body from the waist up lying in the middle of the street.
A man or woman's body..couldn't tell.. torn up and scalded from the 18 wheeler that smashed into her car head on.
It's not a fucking movie.
It's not okay.
Imagine the person you love most in the world, in that picture.
Imagine seeing that picture circulated around the internet for people to "oo" and "aah" at.
I guess that just doesn't strike the nerve it should.
I guess I'm just over emotional and a stupid girl who doesn't know better.
I guess it makes me naive to think body parts are a little too serious for something as stupid as a mypace bulletin.
And now you've made a myspace bulletin out of it.
To pass around to all the little 15 year olds to be grossed out with.
You think that's gonna make them fucking stop driving and texting?
What about driving and talking, driving and doing your makeup, driving and dressing, driving and shaving, driving and not paying fucking attention?
Maybe you could gather up some pictures of half torn up corpses for that myspace bulletin to reply and post.
What about advising people not to walk alone at night?
What fucking picture would you use to turn people's stomach enough for them to pass it along?
I fucking hate people.
I can't stand their lack of emotion.
I can't stand their stupidity.
I'm not fucking judging anyone.
I'm disgusted with everyone.
I have a right to lose faith in people.
I have a right to think we deserve what's coming.