I just got home from a nice dinner with Aaron, Karen, and Chris. On the bus ride back, there was a woman sitting in front of me, who I couldn’t help but look at. I watched, the entire trip, as she peeled an orange, and threw all the skin and fibre on the floor. Then she would spit seeds into her hand and throw those on the floor too. It was one of the most repulsive things I’ve ever seen. WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH PEOPLE.
Ahhh yes…the eternal question.
I have my own slant on this question though. I meet a lot of people online through websites. I’ve notices an annoying trend that goes something like this:
1. Talk to them online a lot, because generally I’m not doing anything else.
2. Things come up and I get busy. I’m not available to chat as much as I used to be, or schedules conflict.
3. When they catch me online again, I get this fucking attitude that I owe them something. They get pissed off at me when I have to go to bed because I have a fucking job, or because I have something else I have to be doing instead of chatting.
4. I am therefore considered an insensitive asshole because I don’t drop my fucking life to entertain them.
Fuck that.
Shit man! I got tonz of bus stories. We should trade. Anyways, this other time I don’t know what I was thinking. There was this huge muscular dude that was eating BK across from me. After he was done he dumped everything in his brown BK paper bag and tossed it under the seat. When he got up I yelled “You forgot something buddy, this ain’t your house, your mama ain’t going to pickup after you”. Dude just smirks and swears at me. So just as he’s going down the steps to get off the bus, I grab his bk bag, throw it out the door at his back and say “THANKYOUUUU! PLEASE COME AGAIN!” while the door is closing. BRAHAHAHAHAHA I’m going to get stabbed / I hope that guy doesn’t read this.
Comment number one, what the hell are you talking about? You respond to a story about someone with no regard to other people, public areas or littering and you decide to go off about your chat room buddies and a guilt trip. Sorry, I don’t quite get it.
Comment number two, you had a great story. I’m applaud your decision. Too bad more people have common sense (or should it be called uncommon sense).
I feel a little niave making another comment, but are you the only one who uses this site, is it for your personal friends and why do you publicize miniscule details of your life? I have never used chat rooms (never understood the point) and only found this site by looking for instruction on how to properly dispose of a mattress in Washington which brought me to your website. Make any sense?
Sorry if you didn’t understand the point in my comment. I just shared my experiences with people who piss me off, in response to “WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH PEOPLE.” And this is not a chat site, it’s journal.
Yes, I’m the only one who uses this site. This isn’t for my personal friends, or for anyone else, this is for me. This is my therapy. When I have a bad day, I talk about it here, instead of bothering my friends. I choose to spend time with my friends enjoying myself, not venting. Anyone can choose to read this or not.
I write about complex issues when they come up. I write about miniscule details because that’s what I feel like writing about. I can’t speak for you, but I know a lot of people who talk to others about their shallow problems. I choose not to burden others with mine. I don’t hold a gun to others and force them to read this. I don’t pander to what others want to read. I don’t pretend to have a perfect life, and I don’t care what people think about it.
This is not a chat room. Comparing a blog to a chat room is like comparing a journal to a conversation. Here are a few good resources about what a blog is, and the entire blogging phenomenon that has swept the generation.
Google blog search
Apparently, the details of my life weren’t miniscule enough for you to just ignore what you read here and not comment.
By the way, search engines are not perfect. Someone came here this month by searching for “naked russian underage girl on peach free pics” or “italian job music manuscript” or “how to spot a fake mont blanc pen”, and I sure as hell don’t talk about any of those things. If one looks up “foot fetish explanation” on Google, one will most likely NOT get websites strictly pertaining to the explanation of foot fetishes. Just because one arrives at a page through a search, doesn’t mean that the page is actively advertising that topic, or has anything to do with it for that matter.