Posts tagged with "vent"

The Most Repulsive On The Bus

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.

The Difference Between Rude And Inconsiderate

I just stopped at Timmies before work this morn­ing, with a large triple triple in my hand, and a caramel pecan cook­ie in the oth­er. I had to maneu­ver the cof­fee and cook­ie around because it was too hot to hold by its sides, and I did this as I was walk­ing out the door. Without think­ing, I let the door close behind me. As I step out­side, I hear a lady say, “Tanks for ‘old­ing the door” in a loud, grumpy, sar­cas­tic tone. I usu­al­ly hold the door open if I see some­one behind me, but I was still wak­ing up, I did­n’t see her, and my mind was else­where. Normally, I would feel ter­ri­ble for being so incon­sid­er­ate, but I real­ly did­n’t feel bad at all after she said what she said. I actu­al­ly wished that the door slammed in her face, spilling her cof­fee all over her proud­ly worn blue Magic School Bus shirt, stain­ing it for­ev­er, and that she would slump in the door-frame, sob­bing, because it was the final gift from the debil­i­tat­ed grand­daugh­ter she had just put in the ground. At least what I did was an acci­dent, one that I’m not prone to let hap­pen, but what she said I con­sid­er even more rude.

Trolley and I had this dis­cus­sion a lit­tle while ago. We both agree that it’s rude to keep a seat occu­pied with a bag on a busy bus, but it’s even more rude to walk up to a bagged seat, then com­plain loud­ly and rude­ly about the own­er. There are ways of polite­ly doing things that just make things go eas­i­er for every­one. Interesting, how the first per­son to take the step in being polite is the one in con­trol, but few peo­ple actu­al­ly take the risk because they assume an unapolo­getic per­son.

Anyway, I need some cof­fee in me.

So go the fuck away.

Don't Interrupt Me

I hate being inter­rupt­ed. When I’m talk­ing about some­thing, I get into a momen­tum, and inter­rup­tions lose all the momen­tum. It does­n’t mat­ter what I’m talk­ing about or how comfortable/uncomfortable I am talk­ing about it. To me, it’s like try­ing to tell a joke then being told to wait five min­utes right before the punch­line. Although some­one may remem­ber the first part, the momen­tum just dies, and I’d rather just for­get the whole thing than fin­ish talk­ing.

Seeing Through

I hate how trans­par­ent peo­ple can be. Let me guess…you want to impress this girl, you want to talk about your­self, you want some of my fries, you think that girl has a nice ass, you love your rep­u­ta­tion as a char­ac­ter, you want me to lis­ten to this song.

I only con­sid­er it trans­par­ent when these peo­ple nev­er actu­al­ly say what they think or what. It’s not like they begin with, “I only act this way around you cause I want in your pants”, or “I don’t real­ly care about you but I’ll let you speak first so I can have my turn lat­er”, or “I want some of your fries so I keep ask­ing about how good they are so you’ll offer me some”, or “You’re hot so I’m going to stare”, or “I want a crazy rep­u­ta­tion so I’m going to act crazy”, or “I want to be the one who intro­duced you to this song”.

I’ve been told that I’m very trans­par­ent when it comes to peo­ple I don’t like, and hope­ful­ly that’s the only case for me. I gen­er­al­ly won’t go around telling peo­ple that I hate them, but I’d rather some­one know than not know. That way they won’t waste their time with me and I won’t waste my time with them.

Things would cer­tain­ly be a lot bet­ter that way.

How To Stop Talking

I come across so many peo­ple who love to talk about them­selves, their life sto­ries, what they saw on TV the oth­er day, how nice their man­i­cures are…every sin­gle bor­ing thing pos­si­ble. Half the time it’s just vent­ing, get­ting out what piss­es them off or what unfor­tu­nate stroke of luck befell them. Sometimes, I feel like telling these peo­ple about how easy it is to have a blog. That way, they can still get things off their chest, and save me the time of hav­ing to lis­ten to their bor­ing shit. Unless some­one is a friend, I don’t care. What is it about me that makes it seem as if I give a fuck? Why do peo­ple think they’re so impor­tant that any­one would be inter­est­ed in any­thing they have to say? It’s not like I start talk­ing about every lit­tle thing that piss­es me off, because I know that it’s bor­ing and I’m aware that no one cares.

Thank god I have this.