Venting - not allowed to assume I'm talking about you (though I probably am)
Disclaimer: This is me being mad at the world for whatever reason and taking it out in the most unfair way I can: by generalizing & categorizing. It’s so much easier when you take away the complexities of a person and shove them kicking and screaming into a tiny cubby hole. Right now I just need the world to be simpler and I feel like taking a passive-aggressive jab at a few people. Having said that: read on - who knows, it might be about you…self-centered bastard.
P.S. ~ Honestly, if you’re reading this - it’s probably not about you.
P.P.S. ~ Or I could be lying to spare your feelings.
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Yes, there are a lot of different people that fit into hundreds of categories, but I'm only friends with a few types:
The good little Christian boys are slutty as hell. Given the chance, they'd fuck anything (so long as it isn't a man - because the Bible says homosexuality is evil.)
The mean little punk rock kids are really just sheep in spiked belts. If you talk to one long enough he'll probably cry and reveal that he really does like Blink 182.
The emo kids use hair gel, thrift store t-shirts, sweater vests, and obscure musical tastes to conceal the fact that they really aren't all that interesting. The only time they cry is when they know other people are watching them or they think it'll help their crappy poetry.
The academically-minded kids use intelligence and sarcasm like weapons - anyone who doesn't immediately come up with a quip to combat them is cast aside and ridiculed. Being friends with them is taxing...one is always forced to walk on egg shells for fear of making a spelling mistake or using a word incorrectly and being forever branded an idiot. All they want to talk about is politics and/or how stupid everyone else is. No one (in the other categories) really likes them...they're just afraid of being verbally assaulted.
At the other end of the spectrum are the ones that can't handle a conversation that doesn't revolve around pop culture, shopping, or ...no, never mind, that's the extent of their expertise. But they're pretty.
And finally, there's the black hole. The friend that sucks the life right out of you. Wisps of your soul visibly float away in a little river of despair as you speak to them. They're not just depressed or depressing...they're the embodiment of Depression itself. And yet, you cannot get away. You can't not call them - you're their only "real friend" and the guilt will eat away at you anyway so you might as well listen to their melancholic tale of whatever new tragedy has befallen them today and how you’re the only one who ever listens to them for three hours or until you wither away into a husk of your former self. Which ever comes first.
I’m done. And now I feel like the little third grade bully that hits you because she’s frustrated about having to take this year over again….again. Like I said, I’m mad at the world and taking it out on generalized people that don’t quite exist but hit close enough to home to hurt people’s feelings. Why do I want to hurt people’s feelings? You know why - misery loves company.
I feel so much better now!
P.S. ~ Honestly, if you’re reading this - it’s probably not about you.
P.P.S. ~ Or I could be lying to spare your feelings.
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Yes, there are a lot of different people that fit into hundreds of categories, but I'm only friends with a few types:
The good little Christian boys are slutty as hell. Given the chance, they'd fuck anything (so long as it isn't a man - because the Bible says homosexuality is evil.)
The mean little punk rock kids are really just sheep in spiked belts. If you talk to one long enough he'll probably cry and reveal that he really does like Blink 182.
The emo kids use hair gel, thrift store t-shirts, sweater vests, and obscure musical tastes to conceal the fact that they really aren't all that interesting. The only time they cry is when they know other people are watching them or they think it'll help their crappy poetry.
The academically-minded kids use intelligence and sarcasm like weapons - anyone who doesn't immediately come up with a quip to combat them is cast aside and ridiculed. Being friends with them is taxing...one is always forced to walk on egg shells for fear of making a spelling mistake or using a word incorrectly and being forever branded an idiot. All they want to talk about is politics and/or how stupid everyone else is. No one (in the other categories) really likes them...they're just afraid of being verbally assaulted.
At the other end of the spectrum are the ones that can't handle a conversation that doesn't revolve around pop culture, shopping, or ...no, never mind, that's the extent of their expertise. But they're pretty.
And finally, there's the black hole. The friend that sucks the life right out of you. Wisps of your soul visibly float away in a little river of despair as you speak to them. They're not just depressed or depressing...they're the embodiment of Depression itself. And yet, you cannot get away. You can't not call them - you're their only "real friend" and the guilt will eat away at you anyway so you might as well listen to their melancholic tale of whatever new tragedy has befallen them today and how you’re the only one who ever listens to them for three hours or until you wither away into a husk of your former self. Which ever comes first.
I’m done. And now I feel like the little third grade bully that hits you because she’s frustrated about having to take this year over again….again. Like I said, I’m mad at the world and taking it out on generalized people that don’t quite exist but hit close enough to home to hurt people’s feelings. Why do I want to hurt people’s feelings? You know why - misery loves company.
I feel so much better now!