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if there is a hell, and there is any reason whatsoever that i am going to this said hell, it would be for one reason.
the things i think in my head about the random strangers i see or interact with.
maybe its a human thing, maybe its just me but, when i see someone sit and wait minutes upon minutes for a fucking parking space, no more then 15 yards closer, to there shopping desire or restaurant it pisses me off more then anything(yes ANYTHING) and ill tell you why.
i believe there are alot of things you can tell by a human by the very small things they do. the type of person who waits for a parking space or drives around 20 minutes looking for one closer, is the type of person who holds up a line to fill out and balance there fucking check book, the type of person who will spend half there day in the grocery store to save fucking 30 cents on Ajax. they are the type of person who wants everything for little or nothing and will do very little if not nothing to get it. they want twelve sides of dressing at the restaurant but doesnt understand that condiments, are free but come with some unspoken rules and guidelines, you will have to be charge if you decide to go a little out of hand with it. i do believe that if i walked into a circle k, buy a 99 cent hot dog and started filling ziploc bags with the relish, onions, sauerkraut, and ketchup someone will stop me and ask if i was a retard and with the response of: "it says free condiments" they would immediately detect that i am from another planet called "stupid fucking inconsiderate asshole world".
i understand if someone is searching and searching for a parking space because of a disability, but if its that bad then shouldnt you have a handicapped decal. and if they are that hard to get then i believe we need to reconsider the limitations on them. im ok with there being triple the amount of handicapped spaces if they would just save me time by not making me sit in a traffic jam in a target parking lot so THEY can get just a little bit less boob sweat in.
whenever someone looks at my tattoos, and yes i did realize i would have to deal with this when i made the stupid decision of covering myself in them, i know they assume im a drug dealer, purse snatcher, rapist, dont put the cart in the designated cart return space, type of person. and for this i cant blame them i suppose. i was just hoping humans would grow up a little bit faster then me. but thats where my theory that there are three "terms" in life. baby, adult, baby, rings true.
your born with little knowledge, shitting yourself, someone taking care of you and unemployed. then you grow up, understand technology, drive a car, get a job, wipe your ass correctly and learn tons of new things. then you become so ignorant that you become obsolete and just an idiot to everything around you, you shit yourself, you cant drive (technically you can but i dont really believe that should be legal) and now your poor children must take care of you as your extremely inconsiderate towards them for it.
these are the type of people that cant walk further then me.
i had a horrible time at the grocery store.
the things i think in my head about the random strangers i see or interact with.
maybe its a human thing, maybe its just me but, when i see someone sit and wait minutes upon minutes for a fucking parking space, no more then 15 yards closer, to there shopping desire or restaurant it pisses me off more then anything(yes ANYTHING) and ill tell you why.
i believe there are alot of things you can tell by a human by the very small things they do. the type of person who waits for a parking space or drives around 20 minutes looking for one closer, is the type of person who holds up a line to fill out and balance there fucking check book, the type of person who will spend half there day in the grocery store to save fucking 30 cents on Ajax. they are the type of person who wants everything for little or nothing and will do very little if not nothing to get it. they want twelve sides of dressing at the restaurant but doesnt understand that condiments, are free but come with some unspoken rules and guidelines, you will have to be charge if you decide to go a little out of hand with it. i do believe that if i walked into a circle k, buy a 99 cent hot dog and started filling ziploc bags with the relish, onions, sauerkraut, and ketchup someone will stop me and ask if i was a retard and with the response of: "it says free condiments" they would immediately detect that i am from another planet called "stupid fucking inconsiderate asshole world".
i understand if someone is searching and searching for a parking space because of a disability, but if its that bad then shouldnt you have a handicapped decal. and if they are that hard to get then i believe we need to reconsider the limitations on them. im ok with there being triple the amount of handicapped spaces if they would just save me time by not making me sit in a traffic jam in a target parking lot so THEY can get just a little bit less boob sweat in.
whenever someone looks at my tattoos, and yes i did realize i would have to deal with this when i made the stupid decision of covering myself in them, i know they assume im a drug dealer, purse snatcher, rapist, dont put the cart in the designated cart return space, type of person. and for this i cant blame them i suppose. i was just hoping humans would grow up a little bit faster then me. but thats where my theory that there are three "terms" in life. baby, adult, baby, rings true.
your born with little knowledge, shitting yourself, someone taking care of you and unemployed. then you grow up, understand technology, drive a car, get a job, wipe your ass correctly and learn tons of new things. then you become so ignorant that you become obsolete and just an idiot to everything around you, you shit yourself, you cant drive (technically you can but i dont really believe that should be legal) and now your poor children must take care of you as your extremely inconsiderate towards them for it.
these are the type of people that cant walk further then me.
i had a horrible time at the grocery store.