I’m sick (physically and mentally), and highly irritated with people today. Yes, this is another rant post, which is required for me to do every couple of months. Feel free to click the ‘X’ in the upper right had corner, if you are a prude with a stick the size of my linebacker calfs up your tight, constipated ass.
We live in a free country, that allows us to say what we want to say and I love it. While everyone is entitled to their opinion, there are somethings you need NOT share your opinions about. I maybe a little more sensitive than the average person about this, as I don’t have patience for ignorance, stupidity, bullshit and fuckery, and dumb school girl feelings. There are a lot of things that fall into that description, and I probably hate or I’m irritated by every single one of them…but let me tell you what gets my nipples in a real pinch. Not a sexy, ‘oh, you bad boy’ type pinch. That pinch that every woman with bazookas for boobs has experienced lying in bed, and your nipple gets caught between your arm and the bed as you try to get up. Yes, that pinch.
Don’t! I repeat, DO NOT STAND OVER ME TELLING ME HOW MUCH YOU HATE MY FOOD! Sorry that I have been exposed to other things besides chicken nuggets and french fries. I don’t care how much my kimchi makes you gag..I hope you puke out of your nose because I really don’t give a gazillion fucks about your sensitivity to funky shit. I’m actually surprised you can’t smell that stale ass breath of yours.
Do NOT ask me ‘how can you eat that?’ because you may get an assholian response, that you won’t like..and you’ll say I’m rude even though YOU’RE the one lacking manners.
Don’t ask me 20 questions about said food that you can’t eat/smell/stomach if you have no interest in eating it. WHY? WHY JIM!? WHY IN THE FUCK DO YOU CARE ABOUT WHAT SPECIES OF BROCCOLI I USED?! It may have been Rabe, but it doesn’t matter because my food smells too ethnic for you, so back up out my face and let me finish chewing before you ask me another question, and give me the blank ass ‘Aren’t you going to answer?’ look whilst I’m mid-chew.
Don’t point at my food. Are you 4? Ok, then you have the vocabulary to ask descriptive questions if you MUST ask, about what’s on my plate. You can say something as simple as ‘Can you tell me about your side dishes?’ which I will politely answer only if you show true interest, and don’t act as if I had a roasted infant on my plate.
As I stated before, I understand everyone has an opinion about something. It’s obvious I have a lot of opinions. However, if someone is eating something that I don’t deem appetizing I don’t say anything! It’s apparent that they enjoy eating the hoodrat items on their struggle plates. Go ahead and enjoy your mayo & kraft singles sandwich…I won’t say a word or give you a nasty look. Because I was raised with something called common courtesy/manners.
Get you some!
Am I just being a raging bitch, or does anyone else feel that way?