Let me just clue you in a little.
Those people that you love so much? They just put up with you. It’s called being polite.
Hanging out with someone 7 times in 5 years does not best friends make.
I’m glad they were dear enough to worth sacrificing a real friendship over.
Good job, asshole.
I don’t understand why people feel the need to qualify a statement of their opinion with the phrase, “I’m not going to lie…”
I have seen and heard it done both before and after, such as:
I’m not going to lie…I didn’t love that movie.
or
I hated that movie…I’m not going to lie.
Well ok, thanks, genius, but nobody asked you to fucking lie. Most times, when people ask your opinion, they’re actually looking for your opinion not something you made up on the spot.
And it implies that most of the time, you are lying.
And it implies that you are a douchebag…I’m not going to lie.
You know, I’m happy that we finally elected someone other than an old white guy to be our president, I really am.
But you know what else?
I am ashamed.
I am ashamed and appalled that anyone in our country can oppose gay marriage.
So much for tolerance. So much for progression.
I quite simply can’t understand the mentality – you have got to have a lot of hate in your heart to want to deny another human being basic civil rights just because what turns them on turns you off.
And for those who hide behind the veil of Christianity for validation of their bigotry, whatever happened to separation of church and state? Why should any religious morals dictate a law? If your religion doesn’t allow homosexuality, then here’s a thought: don’t allow gay marriage in your church. Why force the rest of us to abide by your religious views? Or do you think it should be illegal to eat meat on Fridays, too?
How about, just because you don’t like something, which is not hurting anyone, you don’t get to make it illegal? Spare me the BS about undermining the institution of marriage. Look at the divorce rate in this country. Do you really think gay marriages will make it worse?
Well hell, if we’re going to say that the only marriages that are legal are the ones which coincide with what gets you off, then I guess no one who has a relationship based in BDSM should be able to get married. No one who likes to dress up in latex should be able to get married. Why? Well I think it’s sick! It’s disgusting! Let’s make it illegal!
How malicious and spiteful can you be to say to someone, Your love is not as good as mine. Your love is not as valid as mine. What kind of egotistical, arrogant asshole do you have to be to want to dictate what is and is not a valid marriage?
If you think gay marriage is wrong and an abomination and gays are going to hell – why can’t you just keep those thoughts to yourself? That way you’re not hurting anyone else (Do unto others, and whatnot) and guess what? You might actually be *gasp* wrong!!! What if God, being so good and all, decides that ‘Hey, just because seeing another man’s flagpole makes yours rise, you’re not completely evil and damned for all of eternity’? Even if God is bitchy like that, to damn two people to hell for all of eternity because they dared to commit to love each other as long as they both shall live, shouldn’t you sort of let Him judge that?
And let’s not try comparing to murder and how God says that is bad, so it’s ok to make it illegal. Guess what – Christians don’t hold a monopoly on the moral right. Someone can be an atheist and still think it’s not a-ok to kill someone else. Just because a priest happens to believe the same thing doesn’t make his word the bottom line.
Look, why don’t you just keep your hate inside, let it fester and boil over and eat you away from the inside.
Don’t puke it out all over the rest of us and make us suffer, too.
If you are someone who likes to beat the internet over the head with how ’smart’ you are, I would like to reiterate that showing is much better than telling.
I don’t think ‘penultimate‘ means what you think it means.
The delicious irony is that it was so violently misused in a post about saying stupid things.
Delicious.
First off, your tattoo is not attractive, so those ‘compliments’ you get on it are probably people trying to figure out how to be nice without drawing attention to the fact that they are inwardly rolling their eyes at how unoriginal it is, not to mention ugly.
The very fact that someone actually thinks it sounds ‘original’ leads me to believe that you surround yourself with idiots to make yourself feel smart.
Secondly, if it’s meant to be an outward expression of what you want people to know about you, why is it such a fucking secret about what it ’stands for’?!? Once again, a lame power trip attempt. You feel all good and strong and powerful because you know something and we don’t, na na na boo boo!! Guess what? Nobody gives a fuck what it stands for or what the colors represent, all they can see is that you got the lamest, most overdone tattoo ever and you put it on your fucking foot.
I hope it did hurt.
Hey, Asshole. If you hate your job so fucking much, here’s a thought: quit.
And maybe quit complaining about how broke you are if you keep buying monogrammed designer handbags, mmmkay?
If you are dealing with something ‘confidential’ and can’t talk about it, how about…not fucking talking about it?
Telling me how stressed you are because you’re dealing with something – but it’s top secret, so you can’t talk about it – and expecting me to forgive you for acting like a douchebag because you’re so stressed from dealing with it, does not make my sympathetic in the slightest.
It just makes me annoyed that you won’t shut the fuck up about this thing you can’t talk about.
So, listen.
I know you don’t ‘do’ blogs. You work in IT and don’t read blogs, but whatever, your choice.
But you know I have a blog. You know I write in it frequently, with updates about my life.
You hear other people commenting on things I wrote, and get all curious about what it said.
Then you ask me, “What’s new in your life?“
Guess what?
READ MY FUCKING BLOG AND YOU’LL KNOW!!
I spend a lot of time writing in the damn thing, and I don’t have the energy to regurgitate it all for you just because you don’t ‘do’ blogs.
Guess what? I don’t ‘do’ redundant.
Here’s another thing that pisses me off, and makes me not miss you.
Are you really that insecure that you need to make yourself feel powerful by withholding information?
Example.
You: Oh my God, I read the most horrendous article yesterday. It was just awful. I can’t even believe it.
Me: Oh yeah? Send me the link, I’ll check it out.
You: Oh, no. It’s too bad. I can’t share. It’s just ridiculous.
Me: Huh? You built it up, and now I want to see what the fuck you’re talking about. You won’t send me the link?!?
You: No, really. Trust me. It’s too bad. I’m not sharing it.
Seriously, wtf?? Why even bother telling me in the first place? Oh, right, you need to feel big and strong and powerful so you purposely whet my tastebuds and then take pleasure in denying me the taste.
You have serious issues, and? And, you are a douchebag.
All you people saying how ’smart’ you are all the time? You’re not. If you have to tell people you are smart? Guess what. You ain’t.
‘Oh I got straight A’s in school, I was an honor student, I was so smart.’ <- every time you say blog that, I imagine that your school is one of the worst in the nation and THAT is how you managed to ‘graduate at the top of your class’. Go on, tell me your SAT scores. LIKE IT MATTERS ANYMORE!
Christ. Do something to SHOW me you’re smart, like not sounding like an idiot all the time, or researching what-the-fuck high octane gas is and how it differs from low octane gas, and then we can talk about all these mysterious A’s you’ve been getting.
