Ignorance -must- be bliss
What is it that pushes people so far as to truely have to blame someone else for thier faults? I mean seriously. Am I the only person that has balls enough to stand up for themselves and admit that at some point and time I happen to be wrong? ( Please Note : I realize I'm not the only person, and I don't want your patronizing pedantic comments about how I'm emo/self centered/hot ... ok, well maybe the last one)
I'm absolutely sick and tired with the way [some] people work. I could do absolutely everything in my power to make sure that the situation I knew I was walking right into would not be my fault, yet when I approach the manner in a form that could only be considered correct it becomes my fault simply because the other person believes without a doubt that there is no way they could ever screw up.
I'm the kind of guy who still gets blamed for being human. Is that not sad, or what? That's like looking at a cat and going
"You shed! You shed on my carpet! You're a bad kitty! For shame on you, shedding your winter coat like that, like every other cat in the entirety of existance does! How DARE you?!"
However, dispite the fact I can absolutely and positively know beyond a doubt that the other person is completely mentally screwed in one form or another [wether the mind screw be minimal or an extreem case], I still do not have the nuts to be able to say what I want to say for fear that this person will think lowly of me. So I sit back. I take it. I grit my teeth and loath thier existance simply because they have some form of mental composition that I [or anyone else with a working frontal lobe] cannot fathom that somehow leads them to believe that I am the bane of existance, and they are spotless and clean from the situation - dispite any absolute common sense facts looking them straight in the eye.
Perhaps it's out of spite? A perfectly formed play roused simply to dig the dagger in deeper than usual. Could it be believable that the person knew they screwed up so hardcore and got mad at the person they were with for figuring it out so quickly, before they could cover thier tracks, and insteadof apologizing like an adult they go and take out a twisted form of revenge because the person they screwed over was smarter than they ever imagined?
Or is it just that everytime they eat corndogs they are absolutely sure that it has to be someone elses fault for the gas they get?
Everytime this cat starts to shed his claws, he realizes that it's not worth it. He has the quick wit needed. He has the bite that is truely deserved. He has all the tools needed to absolutely screw over the owner, but instead he ops to do the equivilant of crapping in the owners tub when they aren't looking. You guessed it guys, he writes in a blog.
So here's to all of you who can't stand to hurt the feelings of those you hate. Here's to all of you who couldn't possibly fathom the ideal of giving the cocknuts of this world exactially what they deserve. This is for the people who hold thier tongue only to find out that if push came to shove they wouldn't know what in the hell to say in the first place... because it's about dang time I stop being like you.
I'm absolutely sick and tired with the way [some] people work. I could do absolutely everything in my power to make sure that the situation I knew I was walking right into would not be my fault, yet when I approach the manner in a form that could only be considered correct it becomes my fault simply because the other person believes without a doubt that there is no way they could ever screw up.
I'm the kind of guy who still gets blamed for being human. Is that not sad, or what? That's like looking at a cat and going
"You shed! You shed on my carpet! You're a bad kitty! For shame on you, shedding your winter coat like that, like every other cat in the entirety of existance does! How DARE you?!"
However, dispite the fact I can absolutely and positively know beyond a doubt that the other person is completely mentally screwed in one form or another [wether the mind screw be minimal or an extreem case], I still do not have the nuts to be able to say what I want to say for fear that this person will think lowly of me. So I sit back. I take it. I grit my teeth and loath thier existance simply because they have some form of mental composition that I [or anyone else with a working frontal lobe] cannot fathom that somehow leads them to believe that I am the bane of existance, and they are spotless and clean from the situation - dispite any absolute common sense facts looking them straight in the eye.
Perhaps it's out of spite? A perfectly formed play roused simply to dig the dagger in deeper than usual. Could it be believable that the person knew they screwed up so hardcore and got mad at the person they were with for figuring it out so quickly, before they could cover thier tracks, and insteadof apologizing like an adult they go and take out a twisted form of revenge because the person they screwed over was smarter than they ever imagined?
Or is it just that everytime they eat corndogs they are absolutely sure that it has to be someone elses fault for the gas they get?
Everytime this cat starts to shed his claws, he realizes that it's not worth it. He has the quick wit needed. He has the bite that is truely deserved. He has all the tools needed to absolutely screw over the owner, but instead he ops to do the equivilant of crapping in the owners tub when they aren't looking. You guessed it guys, he writes in a blog.
So here's to all of you who can't stand to hurt the feelings of those you hate. Here's to all of you who couldn't possibly fathom the ideal of giving the cocknuts of this world exactially what they deserve. This is for the people who hold thier tongue only to find out that if push came to shove they wouldn't know what in the hell to say in the first place... because it's about dang time I stop being like you.
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indstrgumbe on
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Okay so you swore honesty and you never told me how you really feel...
I was hoping we could work things out but now that I know what you
think of me, maybe not. Things got blown out of proportion. I thought
you knew me but obviously not. You came at me in an accusing tone, even
though I have told you before that I'll clam up. You don't understand
me, and apparently you never have. Btw... lay off the sauce |
