Monday, April 4, 2011

Why I Rage...

Well, that answer is simple: I can't keep my mouth shut. When I see something that makes me angry, I have an overwhelming desire to say what I think. Normally I would just post it on Facebook, but that poses 2 problems:

1. Everyone can see it, whether they want to or not.
2. I can't talk about the people I'm Facebook friends with on Facebook...and they're usually the ones to piss me off in the first place.

So I've decided to make this my safe haven. I can vent and get it out of my system without hurting anyone's feelings. So here's what the complaints of the day are...

-People whose parents cater to them. How is anyone supposed to learn to be responsible and accountable if no one ever makes them? If everything is just handed to them all the time, they never have to work for or earn anything. They think that they can have whatever they want, whenever they want it. Newsflash: YOU CAN'T. Not in the real world. People in the real world are going to say "no" and make you work for the things you want. So unless you plan on living in your parents basement till you croak, I'd suggest you cut the umbilical cord, cuz obviously someone forgot to do it at birth.

-People of authority who are, essentially, incompetent. I payed over $4000.00 this semester to take classes and learn. That is most definitely not what is going on at that godforsaken school. I have an online class that is constantly submitting tests half way through, an english teacher who can't form a complete sentence to save her life, and a biology teacher who I'm approximately 86% sure is on some sort of methamphetamine. I would most definitely not call that a quality education. Thanks for wasting my money, you morons.

-Last, but not least, people who post their entire personal lives on Facebook. It's one thing to be like "this is what I did, where I did it, and who I did it with". It is another to post some of the things I've seen...

1. After a girl in my graduating class gave birth, she apparently passed a large bloody mass while urinating. She not only posted this on Facebook, but suggested that it was her child's unborn twin. Good Lord, if I wanted to hear about the gory details of your bathroom life, I would ask. Also, that sounds highly unlikely since she peed it and last time I checked, you don't pee babies. Yeesh...

2. Just this fine evening, a girl who gave birth not even a month ago (she's 18) posted this status; "Robert thinks he's getting a piece of ass for our anniversary." C'est la vie, if you don't learn your lesson from having a baby, you never will. That being said, I have no interest in your sex life. Hell, I have no interest in your life period. And isn't the point of a status to get some kind of feedback? What do you say to that? Good luck? Spare me.


Although I could go on forever, I'll call it a night so I have something to say tomorrow.


till then...

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