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THIS POST CONTAINS FOUL LANGUAGE THAT WILL
MOST LIKELY BLOW YOUR SKIRT UP, SOOOOOOOOO
READER BEWARE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
While I have really learned some mad skills to deal with frustration and anger, none of my skills have gone very far in PREVENTING the angry feelings in the first place. So many things ignite my fuse: bad drivers; stupid people; parents who treat their kids badly; liars; selfish people. The list could go on and on. What's my particular issue tonight??? Narfbag Asshats
If you are a narfbag asshat, and you know who you are, you are the kind of person that enjoys watching people get pissed off, be unable to cope with their own pissed-offedness, and walk away thrilled that you fucked up some one's night, day, week, month, life. There are some people who are permanent narfbag asshats, and some that play the role at various times in their existence. Sometimes, I find myself wanting to fuck up someone else because they've made me sooooo angry. I guess in those moments, I become a narfbag asshat myself. I'm not happy about that, either.
Why do some people get off on the paltry measure of control they have in this manner? Oh,.. aren't you the cerebral champion, able to ruffle my dainty feathers....? Screw you. And screw the fact that you WANT to cause me pain!!! Actually, I'm censoring myself there. What I truly mean to say is FUCK YOU, and FUCK THE HORSE YOU RODE IN ON!!!!
There is this movie called "Merlin" with Sam Neil as the title character. In it, one of the characters says this: You must never be rude; being rude is being weak. I want a fucking t-shirt that says that!!! I mean, it sums it all up for me!! Being rude IS being weak. If you can't be polite, then keep your mouth shut. Why must you bother with ME at all??? If I suck as much as you say I do, why bother with me at all? Why do I even register on your radar? Why do you need to comment on me or my life? Who pressed your buzzer?
If you think I suck, stay the fuck away from me. It's what I do... if I don't like you, I stay the hell away from you. Why? BECAUSE I DON'T LIKE YOU. Why would I inflict upon myself the misery of company with a narfbag asshat??? I judge myself harshly enough without your snippets of wisdom. You could never be the critic I have to face every time I look in the mirror so shut your pie hole and keep your crappy comments to yourself.
Anger... anger... anger... it's my biggest failure right now. No, I don't flip right out and punch walls. Not anymore anyway. And, no soda machines either for those of you that actually know me!!! I just see so much senselessness around me. There are so fucking many people that ENJOY causing other people pain. What the FUCK is up with that??? Who LIKES to cause people to suffer emotionally? I watch these fucking narfbag asshats get off wounding other people emotionally and spiritually and I just want to cave in their skulls and pour in Skittles, a rainbow of color. AT least then, as a candy dish, their useless skulls will provide more joy to the world offering tasty candy than the eternal bullshit they shove down people's throats.
Someone recently told me that some people feel better about their own lives, by making others feel pain. Like, they have power because they can exact it over others. You gotta know it's you, man!!! You just HAVE to know that YOU are that person,.. YOU are the THEY. How could you NOT know that you're purposely causing people pain to make yourself feel better about your own pathetic life. I know when I'm doing something shitty... How is it that YOU don't? You KNOW you're doing it, you KNOW it's YOU. Stop being a narfbag asshat and hurting people just to feel better about yourself. Stop being so small minded, selfish and stupid. Don't be a narfbag asshat.
*climbing down off the soapbox*
I'm hungry, think I'll go get some Lucky Charms.
funny aside: the spell checker doesn't recognize Narfbag Asshat!!!!
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