petty complaints
Ok, perhaps it’s the cold, or the hour, or the boredom…but I’m experiencing a bout of rampant misanthropy at the moment, and feel the need to share the associated feeling with you in order to alleviate the burden. I’ve been mining for gold via the OD "Random" button again, and keep hitting patterns– patterns, or predictability, which lie at the root of everything I hate about human beings, particularly when they tend to be trends shared by many. My first complaint is as follows– why are there so many entries out there that concern the most mundane and banal of daily activities? Yesterday, I took my dog to the vet. Then we went to arbys. Then T said, "Ok, I’m full." These entries don’t even provide any insight regarding how these people feel about what they are doing, so it’s obviously not in an effort to validate some form of emotion, which I could at least condone as a logical function of having a public diary. Furthermore, what is up with the need to name people? Does anyone give a flying fuck about mike, tim, george, billy, mary, shaun, or whoever?! It’s even worse, somehow, when they just abbreviate people with one letter, like a reference character so they don’t get confused over who they are talking about, despite the fact that nobody gives a shit either way. I understand your need to share your experiences with other human beings, but you should spend a little self reflection time first, boil it down, and share it in a universal sense, otherwise it just seems as though you think your worthless petty lives merit some sort of investigation, and that if you actually name them, even just in first name only, someone might stalk and harass them, and blame you for it….
Fuck you all, go die.
I’m not in the mood to die. Maybe later, k? I agree. I avoid those people. Online diary or in “real life”. I’ve always felt that if I don’t have anything to say, then I just don’t say anything. And if I do have something to say, but can’t find a sufficient way to express it, I don’t say anything. I try to condense my outward self, I guess. I’m sure I’ve droned on about insignificant and trivial things, but it’s usually because I’m just trying to understand something about myself or other people in my life, and sounding boards help. But to be honest, I usually just get sick of hearing (rather – reading) myself. 95% of my “public” diary is on private because I figure if I don’t want to read my own words, I wont make anyone else suffer through them. Just like this here note. If I don’t confine myself, I ramble. Sorry 😉
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I’m not in the mood to die. Maybe later, k? I agree. I avoid those people. Online diary or in “real life”. I’ve always felt that if I don’t have anything to say, then I just don’t say anything. And if I do have something to say, but can’t find a sufficient way to express it, I don’t say anything. I try to condense my outward self, I guess. I’m sure I’ve droned on about insignificant and trivial things, but it’s usually because I’m just trying to understand something about myself or other people in my life, and sounding boards help. But to be honest, I usually just get sick of hearing (rather – reading) myself. 95% of my “public” diary is on private because I figure if I don’t want to read my own words, I wont make anyone else suffer through them. Just like this here note. If I don’t confine myself, I ramble. Sorry 😉
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I’m not in the mood to die. Maybe later, k? I agree. I avoid those people. Online diary or in “real life”. I’ve always felt that if I don’t have anything to say, then I just don’t say anything. And if I do have something to say, but can’t find a sufficient way to express it, I don’t say anything. I try to condense my outward self, I guess. I’m sure I’ve droned on about insignificant and trivial things, but it’s usually because I’m just trying to understand something about myself or other people in my life, and sounding boards help. But to be honest, I usually just get sick of hearing (rather – reading) myself. 95% of my “public” diary is on private because I figure if I don’t want to read my own words, I wont make anyone else suffer through them. Just like this here note. If I don’t confine myself, I ramble. Sorry 😉
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They can’t write about their feelings because they don’t have any. It’s all just a function of narcissism–look at me, I’m so fücking special… going to Arby’s is worth writing about and getting lots of notes for… *rolling eyes* Then again, I’m not much better when I’m not writing about the Borderline Rages… so… *shrug*
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They can’t write about their feelings because they don’t have any. It’s all just a function of narcissism–look at me, I’m so fücking special… going to Arby’s is worth writing about and getting lots of notes for… *rolling eyes* Then again, I’m not much better when I’m not writing about the Borderline Rages… so… *shrug*
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They can’t write about their feelings because they don’t have any. It’s all just a function of narcissism–look at me, I’m so fücking special… going to Arby’s is worth writing about and getting lots of notes for… *rolling eyes* Then again, I’m not much better when I’m not writing about the Borderline Rages… so… *shrug*
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