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I really can't describe to you in words, well, actually in any way possible, how much I am annoyed with the notion of pride.
Really. I can't.
You ask me about why I don't like pride, I cringe, horrible pain ensues, and my conciousness lets out a noise which reverberates so loud in my brain that i'll be damn near close to splitting my head apart if it happens too much more.
So don't do it.
Ok, fine...
I.............. Really............... Can't........... Stand... it... When........ people........ try......... to........ talk......... shit......... to........ piss.......... me............ off.
It doesn't work. At least not in the sense you'd expect it to.
Nay, there's something different about me. I don't get mad. It's nearly impossible for my anger to be shown, especially through physical means. So the only thing that happens when you sit there and yap away about how you'd do this and how i'm such a that and you're such a better this than me and i'm a waste of space, etc... I just stare off into space, barely hear the words you're saying, and you automatically gain a trip to invisibility! Well, only in my mind, that is.
I guess the point is, I'm not angered, or provoked into talking shit back to you, etc, etc. It's a pointless waste of time. And anyone in the real world, who's actually down here on earth, instead of up in the clouds somewhere with their inflated pride, will tell you the same.
Yet... I always feel like I'm up against the world on this topic.
No matter where I go, constantly, I feel like I am hunted. Hunted down for competition. That's what being a citizen is all about, right?...
My car is better than yours.
These clothes are better than yours.
You're not as popular as me.
You're not as tough as me.
I'm better than you in general.
I have more money than you, makes me a better person.
I know more than you, I'm better.
I'm a good person because I uphold these sacred morals.
My house is cleaner than yours.
My kids get better grades than yours.
You're a [derogatory name insert here]. I'm not.
I'm cooler than you.
..
..
Really? Well... those are all nice things.
But what the FUCK is it gonna matter when you're FUCKING DEAD?
It won't. Nothing will.
And to this very day, that fact still haunts me enough to be the lazy, unproductive, unambitious, psychologically repressed, socially deviant natured pessimistic soul that I am.
Welcome to my life, asshole.
Really. I can't.
You ask me about why I don't like pride, I cringe, horrible pain ensues, and my conciousness lets out a noise which reverberates so loud in my brain that i'll be damn near close to splitting my head apart if it happens too much more.
So don't do it.
Ok, fine...
I.............. Really............... Can't........... Stand... it... When........ people........ try......... to........ talk......... shit......... to........ piss.......... me............ off.
It doesn't work. At least not in the sense you'd expect it to.
Nay, there's something different about me. I don't get mad. It's nearly impossible for my anger to be shown, especially through physical means. So the only thing that happens when you sit there and yap away about how you'd do this and how i'm such a that and you're such a better this than me and i'm a waste of space, etc... I just stare off into space, barely hear the words you're saying, and you automatically gain a trip to invisibility! Well, only in my mind, that is.
I guess the point is, I'm not angered, or provoked into talking shit back to you, etc, etc. It's a pointless waste of time. And anyone in the real world, who's actually down here on earth, instead of up in the clouds somewhere with their inflated pride, will tell you the same.
Yet... I always feel like I'm up against the world on this topic.
No matter where I go, constantly, I feel like I am hunted. Hunted down for competition. That's what being a citizen is all about, right?...
My car is better than yours.
These clothes are better than yours.
You're not as popular as me.
You're not as tough as me.
I'm better than you in general.
I have more money than you, makes me a better person.
I know more than you, I'm better.
I'm a good person because I uphold these sacred morals.
My house is cleaner than yours.
My kids get better grades than yours.
You're a [derogatory name insert here]. I'm not.
I'm cooler than you.
..
..
Really? Well... those are all nice things.
But what the FUCK is it gonna matter when you're FUCKING DEAD?
It won't. Nothing will.
And to this very day, that fact still haunts me enough to be the lazy, unproductive, unambitious, psychologically repressed, socially deviant natured pessimistic soul that I am.
Welcome to my life, asshole.