weBLOG for February 10th, 2004

Yesterday's line was from what I think was one of Mark Harmon's best performances, as a gym teacher/slacker turned English teacher extrodinaire in "Summer School."

I'm here to scream and rant about something that truly irks me, and that is conceit.

Conceit really bothers me as an ugly person. How someone else can go around and say how they are different, and signifigantly better, than other people is disgusting. And above all, it is rude.

People know when they're ugly. It's given that people know that they have something that makes other people stare, gawk, or simply be repulsed. And then for some other pompous ass to come along and point out what they have dreaded all their lives, is borderline evil.

What's bad is when you hear someone you know go off at the mouth. From then on, you're wondering what that person says about you when you aren't around, especially if you're an ugly person.

Being ugly, in whatever form it comes(not trivial crap, like baldness, or an occasional zit), is such a social impairment that others just can't fathom. And the absolute worse is that people just say shit without thinking. I found out long ago that words hurt more than wounds, because wounds heal, but words can stick with you.

I know I've said before that I'm sensitive, and perhaps you're thinking that I'm just going off today because I am sensitive. But after nearly 20 years of emotional and psychological abuse and neglect, most of which I remember, even the smallest thing can set you off.

That, and us ugly people have to stick together.

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