venting...

So, I don't have my page all beautified and blogger glam, but I figured now is as good a time as any to start blogging right? "In the beginning there was God..." the creator started without all the frills so I guess you can say I'm a chip off the old block. The purpose of this blog isn't really for your entertainment, but if you find it entertaining, then great... lovely... splendid... wonderful. I digress. I found myself saying, the other day, that there aren't that many things that bother me. And actually, I say that a lot... right before I go into a rant about the thing that has bothered me most recently. Well, now that I think about it, there are quite a few things that bother me. Some may say I complain a lot. Some may think I overreact. Of course... I disagree. You can bet on one thing though, all of the things that bother me could be placed under a canopy titled "Stupid People." You're probably thinking to yourself "dang, this chick is kinda mean" or... you're laughing and nodding your head... if you're not doing the latter, continue reading, I'm sure you'll agree by the end. First and foremost, it bothers me when people are inconsiderate. I live with the most selfish, inconsiderate people in America (I assure you) who have been confronted and still continue with their inconsideration because "I really don't know what you want me to do about that." Do you know what I want you to do? I want you to shove your patronizing, blank staring, ugly face up your... I digress. It boils my blood, it leads me on endless rants about how unbelievably ridiculous it is, and it then leads to me waging war against that person/people. Nothing gives me more joy than administering the bitter taste of one's own medicine. Call me Dr. Evil. So that's number one. More recently, I've experienced another one of my botherings in the form of skinny, ditsy, white girls that are over the top in their dislikes of regular things like dogs and children and anything else that would make them normal everyday human beings... who go to the gym in full make up, workout for 20 minutes, and try their hardest not to sweat... who find it too difficult to make it through a conversation without name dropping or talking about all of the trips they've been on or how many maids they have or how many pairs of shoes they have. Sweetie, if that's the extent of your topics of conversation, then please don't make me hurt your feelings in words that you probably couldn't spell if you had a dictionary. That's number two. I'd have to say that this next one kinda takes the cake though: people who try to fool me. Whether it's their true feelings about me, about something they're telling me randomly, whatever. You can't fool me. Call it a sixth sense, but I have this ability to read into whatever it is that people say. I can read between the lines that are inbetween the lines. It also helps me realize why it is that they do the things they do. Sometimes it's understandable, sometimes I don't get why they're wasting their time... either way, I know. Sometimes I hate that I know. And other times it actually takes me a while to get to the root of it, but when I do, it bothers me to no end. Because what I really wanna do is call you out... but I can't... because all you'll do is deny it anyway. And that bugs me too. Hmm, let's see... what else? People that don't use their turn signal. It's a hand flick away... your hands (or hand) are already there anyway, use your fricken turn signal. People that don't use the cross walk and expect you to stop for them. Sometimes, I just wanna keep driving and get close enough to scare them... and then stop. Maybe they'll use the crosswalk next time... but they won't. That one person in every fricken class that wants to have a personal conversation with the professor in the middle of class. I get that you want everyone to know that you're smart. And after the first 5 times that you raised your hand and took away all hope of getting out early, we got that... I swear we did. People who pretend their smart with big words and talk in confusing circles so that other people think they're smart. I've figured you out... and sweetie, you're definitely not smarter than a 5th grader. When people leave two sips left in the carton of juice/milk/soda and you pour it into a glass hoping that it'll be more than what it looks like... and it's not, but you drink it anyway dissatisfied and pissed that someone would be that INCONSIDERATE. When people comment on a fb status to out-do the comment that you just left... you win. When people post paragraph comments in a status that has nothing to do with the status... no one else cares what you've been up to and i'm sick of getting notifications every 5 minutes as you reply back and forth. When I get my food boxed up and forget it at the restaurant. When I really wanna tell somebody how I feel, but it wouldn't matter anyway because it wouldn't change anything. When I cook a meal and people add ketchup or ranch or salt to it... did you even taste it before you dumped that stuff on it? No. Are you laughing and nodding your head yet? If not, stay tuned because I vent regularly and you're bound to agree with SOME of this madness... but I gotta "RHAP-IT-UP" for now. Stay black... whatever that means... I'm sure I'll be blogging about that too. Gnite.