Getting A Rant Out

Okay, so honestly, I find myself wanting to rant.  I haven’t been able to type out a good rant in a long time because I’ve just not had access to my computer.  I’ve been doing all my online stuff over my cell, and while it’s great for texting and short comments on the internet and stuff, typing out an entire entry with my thumbs that’s as long as the usual ones I come up with would be way too much of a pain in the ass.  Thus, I have been rantless for far too long.

Basicaly, the whole thing with Lexi just gets to me.  Not really pisses me off, but just bothers me.  I mean, one thing that she’s all into is geneology.  I think I have that word right.  Basically where you discover what your roots are, where your family comes from, what kind of mixtures of different cultures you have in you.  Like, people who are a quarter Italian, half Polish, stuff like that.  That in itself has nothing wrong with it.  As a matter of fact, it can actually be kind of cool.  But she always took it too far, so to speak.  Saying that oh, since she’s got Hebrew in her background, she’d make Jew jokes and stuff.  Now, these weren’t racist comments, that’s not what I’m trying to say.  It’s hard to explain if you weren’t there to hear them.

The whole racist thing was something else that got to me, though.  Like, she’d make a joke like I badly described above, and then say, "Now, I’m not trying to be racist!"  And while yes, she’d 100 percent mean that, it was just annoying to hear every time, because I knew she wasn’t being racist.  I knew it was just a joke, I knew it was her having fun with what her background is, so why do I have to hear that every single time?

Then, she’d claim how people in school made fun of her "because she’s mixed race."  I find that a load of crap.  Cuz, uh, hate to tell you, but THE WORLD is mixed race!  No one’s a pure-blooded, hundred percent anything anymore, and anyone who claims to be is fooling themselves.  Plus, who’s gonna make fun of someone because "they’re mixed race?"  I mean, seriously.

There were also the times when, like, we’d be walking by Union Beach and a car with either drunk or just really obnoxious guys in it would drive past.  They’d shout something or other, more than likely aimed at us because we were the only other people out at that point, (usually this is sometime past midnight.  What can I say?  I love night walking,) and she’d start spazzing about, "Oh, my God, do you think they’re gonna come back and do something to us?"  Or, more likely, she’d start in on how the only reason they said anything at all was because we’re both plus size girls.  If we were thin, they wouldn’t have said anything, blah, blah, blah.

I mean, okay, I don’t exactly love my appearance.  I freely admit, I’m overweight.  But I don’t think about it that much.  The people I know appreciate who I am for who I am, not for what I look like or what size jeans I do and don’t fit into.  Frankly, the sheer amount of importance she seems to put on physical appearance and being thin just bugs me, especially when she’ll sit there and talk about some aunt or cousin or whatever that she has who’s "so heavy" and yet "so VERY happily married."  Hey, here’s a hint, if that family member truly is happily maried: Stop putting so much importance on weight!!!!

There was another time when she calls me up, all upset because she was trying to cross the semi-busy road to get to her house and she tells me it was pretty much clear except for a car further down the road.  She figured she had enough time to get across, but the (once again) guys in the car decided to be jerks and sped up so she couldn’t pass until after they were by.  And she’s telling me how she "knows they did it because they saw a fat girl and decided to spite her."  Oh, please.  They saw a pedestrian and decided to be jackasses, simple as that.

Not to mention, if she wants to claim that so much is wrong in her life because of what she weighs, then she should do something about it.  But no.  She doesn’t diet, or stick to healthier foods, or some kind of no meat or no carb, or no whatever kind of meal plan.  She doesn’t go out and exercise.  She just sits back, does nothing about something she’s constantly complaining about, and bemoans how "that’s why these starngers treat me like this."

God…  Grow up, already!