Day 1 of the "Vent your frustrations: Talking bout things and people I strongly dislike"
Well it's officially the start of a brand new week, new possibilities, unforseen miscellanious adventures... and of course, my weeklong rant. So I'll stop wasting your time as well as mine, and get things started.
What really ticks me off
Courtesy:
If you were to look up courtesy under the dictionary or the internet (as I did), you would findthe definition to be as such: "Etiquette is the code that governs the expectations of social behavior, the conventional norm. "
It is being polite, a virtue, a well behaved manner that is displayed in public and private places.
What I want to know is: where has it gone? Why don't people display signs of courtesy anymore?
I could open the door for someone and not even get a thank you, or ask how someone is doing and be totally ignored. It is ringing a customer up at work and having them talk on the phone the entire time. For me it's having a customer take a stack of books, go over them, and then leave them without buying anything (no need to put it away after all).
It is an irresponsible parent not cleaning up the mess of their child/children. It is letting their kid go on a crying fit and not even doing anything. It is letting a wild kid running loose in the store unattended. It is when people ignore the requests and rules of the working place. If a sign says "No books past this point" why take your magazine/book to the bathroom? They certainly couldnt be blind.
It is the customer who leaves their plate or empty/half empty cup of coffee behind without throwing it away, the cutstomer that insists on stuffing their trash in an already full trashcan.
It is the person who interrupts you in the middle of saying something.
Whatever happened to polite? Just because your in a bookstore, and dealing with "lesser" retail flunkies, does that give you the idea to behave in a way you wouldn't be seen acting at home or with family?
Maybe it is and maybe it isnt... one thing is for sure, if I can go out of my way to even fake being nice and courteous, so can you... you vile despicable piece of filth. You don't deserve the air you breathe and you certainly don't deserve all the joys and luxuries given to you. There will be a day when I have realized my potential and made full use of it, surpassing others in ways unimaginable. Then and only then will I be able to say "That's the price you pay" or even "I can't help it if Im better than you"
Of course I doubt I'll ever say it... Im too courteous in public to say it to anyone... besides, there's always the possibility of an equally potential youth to take my place once I've left this world.
~Done~
Moving along then
Who I hated from middle school
Evans Crevacour:
I thought long and hard about it today... and if I had to start anywhere, it would have to be with him. Basically, it all began with him and ended the way it did because of him.
Evans is the one who first made of fun of me because of my last name "Bermudez". I love my name now... but back then I hated it, because of him. I even remember when it happened, back in third grade in my gym class. Perhaps it could have ended that day if I responded to it different, or told a teacher... at my age, on top of the fact I was a shy kid for the longest time, I just didnt know how to respond or deal with it. I remember trying to make him feel bad once because of the way he'd been making fun of me, and I got in trouble for it of course... I suppose I could have told the teacher it was because he'd been making fun of me. Why I didnt say it is beyond me, I think it was to avoid a conflict, or perhaps I was scared...
Well, after a year or so he stopped... but it was too late then, as it only opened up the way to new bullies and new taunts, all throughout middle school. It all started with him and Im gonna continue resenting him for it.
I don't have anything against black people, I've had my share of black friends as well. Evans seriously made me hate black kids when I was in middle school... or maybe its the fact the the only two black kids in school didn't like me at all... Does that make me guilty? Well on the bright side my opinion of such things changed once I started high school, which I suppose is always a good thing.
So before I move on, for my own closure Im going to leave my own little message.
Evans, I hope after those middle school years from long ago... I seriously hope you had just as much trouble as I did back then. I hope you had people give you trouble over your ethnicity. Maybe then you may look back on what you did and maybe even feel a little of how I felt back then, I'm a different person than how I could have been, and some of that is because of you, fool...
"But if ye will not do so, behold, ye have sinned against the LORD: and be sure your sin will find you out." Num 32:23
Moving along...
Who I hated from high school Today I will be talking about two kids, as opposed to one, mostly due to the fact that they go hand in hand.
Crosby Tencher and Sean Lucas:
The story of my life continues to high school, and needless to say I was (in a sense) still shy.
My junior year found me in Ms. Chastant's english class. My concerns at the time were that: 1.None of my friends were in the class. I'd heard not so pleasant things about Ms. Chastant, how anyone who took her class seriously hated it as well as her. Ironically Ms. Chastant wasn't my problem and in fact she and I got along very well, which is a good thing, considering the fact I was very VERY much alone in that class and having her dislike me would have made me even more alone. I knew a girl named Jen at the time, and we'd talk, but she went on to abandon me... go figure...
But onto Sean and Crosby. They liked harassing me, unsatisfied with leaving me be in class. Their reason? I looked like a pot-head. WHy did I look like a druggy? Because of the sweater/hoody I wore to school. Anyone who isnt familiar... theres a particular "type" of sweater, Id seen a few people wear it after my high school years. It has a "hand-knit" look to it, but I suppose anyone else who saw it could assume the person wearing it did drugs. It was a gift from my brother when we went on vacation in Mexico.
I liked that sweater a lot, and still do (if I can find it).
I still remember it now... "Hey Chris, can you hook us up?" "Got any pot on you?"
I wish I had said "You two sound like bigger potheads than me". No I didnt smoke pot then, that wasn't for another year at least. Needless to say they gave me a hard time that whole year through, especially Crosby. They looked like they were good friends...
They're despicable typical high scoolers. They had the looks, Sean did at least (Crosby was a freak in my opinion, but in no way ugly), they were popular, and got their kicks giving others a hard time. The only good thing I can take from my junior year of english was that I could get away with sleeping in CHastant's class, the fact the teacher recognized my skill and therefore saw me as more than what others did, and the fact that we could talk about how we didn't like her students in that class (he he he).
Of course Crosby was in my senior english class, and I still hated him with a passion. He didn't bother me as much then, and I even though he changed his ways for a bit near the end of the year, but was sourly reminded "once a bad apple, always a bad apple"
The night of our graduation, after Crosby was called up and recieved his diploma... he threw out into the audience... anal beads... yep it was definately anal beads.... what he was doing with them in the first place I dont know. It was obviosuly a joke for the seniors, a very tasteless joke, I dont think anyone with a brain found it to be funny.
So my message for both Sean Lucas and Crosby Tencher. I hope you both suffer very very much in the misery of doubt and insecurity! What you had in high school cant be replicated in college, teachers won't take kindly to your bullshit either Crosby. You both were, and most likely still are, the typical high school teenager I just can't stand. Thinking your so cool when your parents got you a nice car, being the center of attention and all that shit. Years from now I would like to walk up to the both of you and tell you both "You know I despised you in high school, and wouldnt you know I still cant stand you, you ignorant piece of trash ^___^".
So with that said... see you at reunion :D... Fuckers....Assholes... grrr....
Done
I actually feel a little bit better with that... looking forward to tomorrow's post.
What really ticks me off
Courtesy:
If you were to look up courtesy under the dictionary or the internet (as I did), you would findthe definition to be as such: "Etiquette is the code that governs the expectations of social behavior, the conventional norm. "
It is being polite, a virtue, a well behaved manner that is displayed in public and private places.
What I want to know is: where has it gone? Why don't people display signs of courtesy anymore?
I could open the door for someone and not even get a thank you, or ask how someone is doing and be totally ignored. It is ringing a customer up at work and having them talk on the phone the entire time. For me it's having a customer take a stack of books, go over them, and then leave them without buying anything (no need to put it away after all).
It is an irresponsible parent not cleaning up the mess of their child/children. It is letting their kid go on a crying fit and not even doing anything. It is letting a wild kid running loose in the store unattended. It is when people ignore the requests and rules of the working place. If a sign says "No books past this point" why take your magazine/book to the bathroom? They certainly couldnt be blind.
It is the customer who leaves their plate or empty/half empty cup of coffee behind without throwing it away, the cutstomer that insists on stuffing their trash in an already full trashcan.
It is the person who interrupts you in the middle of saying something.
Whatever happened to polite? Just because your in a bookstore, and dealing with "lesser" retail flunkies, does that give you the idea to behave in a way you wouldn't be seen acting at home or with family?
Maybe it is and maybe it isnt... one thing is for sure, if I can go out of my way to even fake being nice and courteous, so can you... you vile despicable piece of filth. You don't deserve the air you breathe and you certainly don't deserve all the joys and luxuries given to you. There will be a day when I have realized my potential and made full use of it, surpassing others in ways unimaginable. Then and only then will I be able to say "That's the price you pay" or even "I can't help it if Im better than you"
Of course I doubt I'll ever say it... Im too courteous in public to say it to anyone... besides, there's always the possibility of an equally potential youth to take my place once I've left this world.
~Done~
Moving along then
Who I hated from middle school
Evans Crevacour:
I thought long and hard about it today... and if I had to start anywhere, it would have to be with him. Basically, it all began with him and ended the way it did because of him.
Evans is the one who first made of fun of me because of my last name "Bermudez". I love my name now... but back then I hated it, because of him. I even remember when it happened, back in third grade in my gym class. Perhaps it could have ended that day if I responded to it different, or told a teacher... at my age, on top of the fact I was a shy kid for the longest time, I just didnt know how to respond or deal with it. I remember trying to make him feel bad once because of the way he'd been making fun of me, and I got in trouble for it of course... I suppose I could have told the teacher it was because he'd been making fun of me. Why I didnt say it is beyond me, I think it was to avoid a conflict, or perhaps I was scared...
Well, after a year or so he stopped... but it was too late then, as it only opened up the way to new bullies and new taunts, all throughout middle school. It all started with him and Im gonna continue resenting him for it.
I don't have anything against black people, I've had my share of black friends as well. Evans seriously made me hate black kids when I was in middle school... or maybe its the fact the the only two black kids in school didn't like me at all... Does that make me guilty? Well on the bright side my opinion of such things changed once I started high school, which I suppose is always a good thing.
So before I move on, for my own closure Im going to leave my own little message.
Evans, I hope after those middle school years from long ago... I seriously hope you had just as much trouble as I did back then. I hope you had people give you trouble over your ethnicity. Maybe then you may look back on what you did and maybe even feel a little of how I felt back then, I'm a different person than how I could have been, and some of that is because of you, fool...
"But if ye will not do so, behold, ye have sinned against the LORD: and be sure your sin will find you out." Num 32:23
Moving along...
Who I hated from high school Today I will be talking about two kids, as opposed to one, mostly due to the fact that they go hand in hand.
Crosby Tencher and Sean Lucas:
The story of my life continues to high school, and needless to say I was (in a sense) still shy.
My junior year found me in Ms. Chastant's english class. My concerns at the time were that: 1.None of my friends were in the class. I'd heard not so pleasant things about Ms. Chastant, how anyone who took her class seriously hated it as well as her. Ironically Ms. Chastant wasn't my problem and in fact she and I got along very well, which is a good thing, considering the fact I was very VERY much alone in that class and having her dislike me would have made me even more alone. I knew a girl named Jen at the time, and we'd talk, but she went on to abandon me... go figure...
But onto Sean and Crosby. They liked harassing me, unsatisfied with leaving me be in class. Their reason? I looked like a pot-head. WHy did I look like a druggy? Because of the sweater/hoody I wore to school. Anyone who isnt familiar... theres a particular "type" of sweater, Id seen a few people wear it after my high school years. It has a "hand-knit" look to it, but I suppose anyone else who saw it could assume the person wearing it did drugs. It was a gift from my brother when we went on vacation in Mexico.
I liked that sweater a lot, and still do (if I can find it).
I still remember it now... "Hey Chris, can you hook us up?" "Got any pot on you?"
I wish I had said "You two sound like bigger potheads than me". No I didnt smoke pot then, that wasn't for another year at least. Needless to say they gave me a hard time that whole year through, especially Crosby. They looked like they were good friends...
They're despicable typical high scoolers. They had the looks, Sean did at least (Crosby was a freak in my opinion, but in no way ugly), they were popular, and got their kicks giving others a hard time. The only good thing I can take from my junior year of english was that I could get away with sleeping in CHastant's class, the fact the teacher recognized my skill and therefore saw me as more than what others did, and the fact that we could talk about how we didn't like her students in that class (he he he).
Of course Crosby was in my senior english class, and I still hated him with a passion. He didn't bother me as much then, and I even though he changed his ways for a bit near the end of the year, but was sourly reminded "once a bad apple, always a bad apple"
The night of our graduation, after Crosby was called up and recieved his diploma... he threw out into the audience... anal beads... yep it was definately anal beads.... what he was doing with them in the first place I dont know. It was obviosuly a joke for the seniors, a very tasteless joke, I dont think anyone with a brain found it to be funny.
So my message for both Sean Lucas and Crosby Tencher. I hope you both suffer very very much in the misery of doubt and insecurity! What you had in high school cant be replicated in college, teachers won't take kindly to your bullshit either Crosby. You both were, and most likely still are, the typical high school teenager I just can't stand. Thinking your so cool when your parents got you a nice car, being the center of attention and all that shit. Years from now I would like to walk up to the both of you and tell you both "You know I despised you in high school, and wouldnt you know I still cant stand you, you ignorant piece of trash ^___^".
So with that said... see you at reunion :D... Fuckers....Assholes... grrr....
Done
I actually feel a little bit better with that... looking forward to tomorrow's post.