dissapointment and dicouragement....
I try to be perky. happy-go-lucky, chipper blah vlah blah. in fact, I have been making a huge effort to be better about the way I treat people in the phone when at work at the call center. (even when I think they are absolute idiots).
in fact today, I patted myself on the back for doing so well. I got off work, and due to my lack of night-owl friends, I opted to stop at the store, by myself some chocolate and a sncak, come home to a beer or glass of wine an a movie or something.
still up beat, and thriving, I drive towards my house only to have asshole schmuckhead throw something at my car with so much force it sounded like a rock. and I get home to a mess of something all over my friggin' car and all I can think is wtf? seriously, did I deserve this?
And then I sit thinking how I fucking hate this place and the asshole shitheads that are hell bent on ruining it for everyone, and contemplate moving; you know, to someplace better, and then reality sits in and I realize that there really isn't any place better. And that no matter where I go there will be assholes. then I contemplate how shitty the world is and that I am fucking stuck here with mass quantities of humans that I absolutely despise and have zero respect for and that it will never get any better nad that there is nothing I can do to change it.... and then I have to wonder if I friggin hate all this so much whats the bleedin' point of ever getting my ass out of bed.
and you know... I am so damn disgusted with the world at the moment I don't even have the desire to eat my chocolate, drink my beer or turn on the tv.
and honestly... i cant even blame PMS on this.
all it takes is one fucking asshole to ruin it all.
I try to be perky. happy-go-lucky, chipper blah vlah blah. in fact, I have been making a huge effort to be better about the way I treat people in the phone when at work at the call center. (even when I think they are absolute idiots).
in fact today, I patted myself on the back for doing so well. I got off work, and due to my lack of night-owl friends, I opted to stop at the store, by myself some chocolate and a sncak, come home to a beer or glass of wine an a movie or something.
still up beat, and thriving, I drive towards my house only to have asshole schmuckhead throw something at my car with so much force it sounded like a rock. and I get home to a mess of something all over my friggin' car and all I can think is wtf? seriously, did I deserve this?
And then I sit thinking how I fucking hate this place and the asshole shitheads that are hell bent on ruining it for everyone, and contemplate moving; you know, to someplace better, and then reality sits in and I realize that there really isn't any place better. And that no matter where I go there will be assholes. then I contemplate how shitty the world is and that I am fucking stuck here with mass quantities of humans that I absolutely despise and have zero respect for and that it will never get any better nad that there is nothing I can do to change it.... and then I have to wonder if I friggin hate all this so much whats the bleedin' point of ever getting my ass out of bed.
and you know... I am so damn disgusted with the world at the moment I don't even have the desire to eat my chocolate, drink my beer or turn on the tv.
and honestly... i cant even blame PMS on this.
all it takes is one fucking asshole to ruin it all.
Just keep on keepin on sweetie