morning..
venting - whinging - bitching
My partner has pissed me off last night.
he seems to think that because I don't play any sport & because I temporarily (like for a year or so) cannot drink alcohol that i am a social recluse that doesn't make an effort to fit into my community. Fucking bollocks.
what pisses me off the most that he cannot talk to me about it if he is seriously concerned tha I am not getting out enough - he has to approach it by giving me the dirtiest scowl and bitching at me that I am lazy & don't make an effort.
Now in my town winter sports is all encompassing. every mutherfucka plays footy, netball or hockey, they all have kids that play too. I fucking hate sport. I hate watching it. I hate playing it. They take turns in playing it in all the other surrounding small towns up to an hour away. i don't have a license so if I go with someone i am stuck there all day. Afterwards everyone gets drunk which is great - except when your sober. So I find the whole experience quite shit really.
So since I work all week, inc Sat morns, I revel in the opportunity to potter around my home, cleaning, re-arranging, relaxing, gardening & painting. Sometimes I smoke a little spliff & you know what? I love it. My day is up to me and its bliss. Sundays are generally footy on Tv - yay(sarcasm) & bbq's. So I quite enjoy my weekends. They suit ME.
So why the fuck it is so important for me to 'fit' into other peoples lives is fucking beyond me.
Did I mention that i started an art group, i'm in the bookclub, have fitness classes once a week, are on enough committees to do my nut in, go walking daily with my mates and generally contribute to society. Now these activites don't sound outrageous by any stretch - but they are what I enjoy doing while I am biding my time and making my fortune living out the back of bum fuck.
I am arty & creative & sometimes insular & I fucking refuse to join other peoples lives so that they feel better.
Grrrr!
Thank you and goodbye.
venting - whinging - bitching
My partner has pissed me off last night.
he seems to think that because I don't play any sport & because I temporarily (like for a year or so) cannot drink alcohol that i am a social recluse that doesn't make an effort to fit into my community. Fucking bollocks.
what pisses me off the most that he cannot talk to me about it if he is seriously concerned tha I am not getting out enough - he has to approach it by giving me the dirtiest scowl and bitching at me that I am lazy & don't make an effort.
Now in my town winter sports is all encompassing. every mutherfucka plays footy, netball or hockey, they all have kids that play too. I fucking hate sport. I hate watching it. I hate playing it. They take turns in playing it in all the other surrounding small towns up to an hour away. i don't have a license so if I go with someone i am stuck there all day. Afterwards everyone gets drunk which is great - except when your sober. So I find the whole experience quite shit really.
So since I work all week, inc Sat morns, I revel in the opportunity to potter around my home, cleaning, re-arranging, relaxing, gardening & painting. Sometimes I smoke a little spliff & you know what? I love it. My day is up to me and its bliss. Sundays are generally footy on Tv - yay(sarcasm) & bbq's. So I quite enjoy my weekends. They suit ME.
So why the fuck it is so important for me to 'fit' into other peoples lives is fucking beyond me.
Did I mention that i started an art group, i'm in the bookclub, have fitness classes once a week, are on enough committees to do my nut in, go walking daily with my mates and generally contribute to society. Now these activites don't sound outrageous by any stretch - but they are what I enjoy doing while I am biding my time and making my fortune living out the back of bum fuck.
I am arty & creative & sometimes insular & I fucking refuse to join other peoples lives so that they feel better.
Grrrr!
Thank you and goodbye.
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artemiswerewolf:
Someone just needs to beat the living crap out of him so he understands what he has and stop thinking about what he thinks he wants. Dude is either getting egged on by his friends, blind and drunk, or just an asshole, no offense. Conformity is a tool of the devil and so is bluetooth technology. ( I write this while sitting in my uniform on my wireless computer at work. )
tech29:
Why dont you comment in my journal page as opposed to sending me private messages.... I dont mind that is but just curious 