| I never realised exactly how many people really suck until I made my own web site. . . |
| Guess who I discovered?! Another stupid person! That's right another stupid person worthy of my bitching. So I was in class last Wednesday and we get a new student in class, who decides to sit next to me. What else was I to do? I made small talk and joked around. It didn't take me long for me to realise that I was far superior to him in every way. Well in his seemingly endless babbling of pure stupidity I was able to catach a few words. Apparently a classmate had asked him what Home room class he got. I don't remember what he actually replied but I do remember his defensive statement, "Well I was supposed to be in the Anger Management class, but they were full." He said it with such pride. . .What a dipshit. Why should he be proud of the fact that he has an anger problem? That's when I realised how many people actually brag about that kind of thing (Jocks mostly.) Somebody once used the phrase "I got a real bad temper" as a threat to me. . .So? You have a temper? Should I respect you because you lack the discipline to keep your own emotions under control? Most parts of the day I'm so angry I feel like going on a rampage, mauling innocent by-standers with a steel, spiked dildo (that would be so cool...). But I DON'T, because I have something called self control. I blame hollywood movies and Recording Artists for this glorification of rage. People who can't control their anger are NOTHING to be respected, let alone feared. Random physical anger does not make you strong, it makes you weak, and the sooner you dipshits realise that the sooner I can stop beating it into you. Since we're touching the topic of false idolization and glorification I've got a few more things to bitch about. Whiny people suck. Everybody has met this type of person. This person spends all of his time feeling sorry for himself, that he actually gets bored of it. He gets so bored of it that he wants other people to feel sorry for him. He will go into neverending complaints on how the world is against him. . .how his mother dropped him. . .his girlfriend broke up with him. . .God didn't give him a large enough penis to contend with THE WONDER THAT IS SCOTT. That sort of thing. What makes me the sickest though, is that these people's sick little ploys often work. People rush to comfort them whenever there's trouble, people flock around them to make them feel loved. Unfortunately for these emotionally masachistic pricks, all bad things eventually die away and he will be left with nothing to bitch about. . .UNLESS. . .HE STARTS MAKING SHIT UP. What a glorious idea he'll think. "I'll make up problems because I don't have real ones. I'm just a weak little girl that needs people to hold my hand, and since I have such low self esteem, the only way I can accomplish this is to lie in the most dishonorable fashion ever and draw love away from people with real pain, boy am I a genius." These people are often gothic, but sometimes they are just "regular" stupid and depressed people. One time a fake friend of mine was trying to get fake comfort from me by faking suicidal thoughts through fake problems. He cried, and he told me about how much his life sucks and how he should just die to alleviate his pain. . .He gave such a moving performance that I agreed with him. I handed him a knife, and told him to go home. Showed that dipshit, eh? The next gothic person I see, I'm going to hand a knife to. The next person I meet who can't control his anger, I'm going to flick him in the forehead until he "loses his temper" then I'm going to kick his ass. And just because I'm feeling a little bored lately, the next anorexic person I see, I'm going to call fat. Oh, and another thing! Ass-hood and bitch-hood. . .They are nothing to be proud of either! Some girl in my class has an AIM profile that says "Life is a bitch, and so am I" Ohhhh, how witty. . .You're a bitch, bravo! There are some guys I know that go around bragging about be an ass as well, some bragging about being stoners too. None of these things are anything to brag about or respect. I have nothing against asses, bitches, and stoners, but people that go around bragging about it are just plain dipshits. I consider myself an ass. In fact I'm such an ass, that I can belittle all the rest of you asses. So by your standard I should be your God! Bow to me my sabordinate asses! Bask in my glorious ass-hood! If I were to succumb to the pitiful ways of the hot tempered, the whiny, or the proud asses, I could rule over them all. Fortunately I have a little dignity. When I first meet people do I say "Hello, my name is Scott, and I am an ass in constant agony with a short fuse." NO! I don't, because I have the foresight to see the outcome of that demented introduction. Can you image trying to flirt with a girl with an approach like that? You'd probably have better like saying, "Hey, can we fuck?" Man. . .Everybody sucks except for me. |
| 5/7/03 |