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work in less than an hour. closing with herb and jonelle so it should be alright.
the thing is, i used to really not like people, people used to really bug the hell out of me and I spent a lot of time hating humanity. it took up a lot of energy. As i got older, i got more mellow, i stopped being a seventeen year old ball of hormonal angst anger and apathy. The Hate(tm), as I've always thought about it, became managable.
Now, working retail with this group of people, many of whom are emotional cripples and social retards (and jonelle, of course I'm not talking about you here, hopefully you know exactly who I'm talking about), i feel like I'm reverting to that seventeen year old kid. I'm too goddamn old to spend all of my time snarling at the world. It's not cute anymore. By now, the anger and resentment is supposed to have transformed into a subtle and easily concealed disdain that I can hide from other people. The touchy, no holds barred constant irritation, on me, its the developmental equivalent of a nine year who still wears footy pajama's and wets the bed. I need to get out of that place. it's making me prickly.
the thing is, i used to really not like people, people used to really bug the hell out of me and I spent a lot of time hating humanity. it took up a lot of energy. As i got older, i got more mellow, i stopped being a seventeen year old ball of hormonal angst anger and apathy. The Hate(tm), as I've always thought about it, became managable.
Now, working retail with this group of people, many of whom are emotional cripples and social retards (and jonelle, of course I'm not talking about you here, hopefully you know exactly who I'm talking about), i feel like I'm reverting to that seventeen year old kid. I'm too goddamn old to spend all of my time snarling at the world. It's not cute anymore. By now, the anger and resentment is supposed to have transformed into a subtle and easily concealed disdain that I can hide from other people. The touchy, no holds barred constant irritation, on me, its the developmental equivalent of a nine year who still wears footy pajama's and wets the bed. I need to get out of that place. it's making me prickly.