I don't know what to say about today. I felt like writing a gigantic, epic-sized rant about all the shit that went down today at work, and how I just fucking hate people and can't stand living in Fayetteville, but the truth is that I honestly just don't care. Complete strangers just apparently live to give me shit on a daily basis. Same with military people. Just everyone seems like a complete asshole these days, and I really don't give a shit anymore. I sincerely, genuinely appreciate it when people are nice, even if I'm not so good at showing it, but I mean...I can't even bring myself to expect that much out of people. Actually, I don't expect shit out of anyone, but you know what I mean...
Virginia was so nice. I could walk around wherever, down the street, into any store, and people were just so awesome, not because they had to be or were being paid to be that way, but that's just how they all are apparently. I realized how fucking stupid I was too, because it seemed like every other person was sporting hoodies and fleece jackets with the "VT" logo on them, and I didn't get it. Then it hit me that it's Virginia, so of course people are going to be sporting jackets and whatnot with VA teams... I don't follow sports at all, nor do I even care, but there were a LOT of people apparently supporting the same team. Made me sad that I would have to get back on I-95, leave it all behind me, with nothing but road noise, punk music, and my sleeping mom to keep me company, and drive back home to this fucking shithole of a town that I live in. As soon as I saw the "82nd Airborne" and "Special Forces" stickers, I knew I was home, and that's when my stomach started getting queasy.
I'm on my way to getting drunk right now. I need to stop smoking weed, if only for a little while, because I'm so, so tired of the job I have right now. It's time for a change of some sort.
See ya.
Virginia was so nice. I could walk around wherever, down the street, into any store, and people were just so awesome, not because they had to be or were being paid to be that way, but that's just how they all are apparently. I realized how fucking stupid I was too, because it seemed like every other person was sporting hoodies and fleece jackets with the "VT" logo on them, and I didn't get it. Then it hit me that it's Virginia, so of course people are going to be sporting jackets and whatnot with VA teams... I don't follow sports at all, nor do I even care, but there were a LOT of people apparently supporting the same team. Made me sad that I would have to get back on I-95, leave it all behind me, with nothing but road noise, punk music, and my sleeping mom to keep me company, and drive back home to this fucking shithole of a town that I live in. As soon as I saw the "82nd Airborne" and "Special Forces" stickers, I knew I was home, and that's when my stomach started getting queasy.
I'm on my way to getting drunk right now. I need to stop smoking weed, if only for a little while, because I'm so, so tired of the job I have right now. It's time for a change of some sort.
See ya.