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unavoidedcrisis) wrote2008-01-05 11:03 am
unavoidedcrisis) wrote2008-01-05 11:03 am
Something I Can Only Label As 'Failure'
You know those people in your life who do things that just get under your skin? Everyone does things that annoy other people right? Okay, fair enough.
Now, do you have those people who do things that are nigh inexcusable? The sort of things that make you stop and marvel that people that rude and flat out nasty really exist? Yeah, those people.
Well I have had much too much of those people in the last few days and I've only been home for two (days, that is).
And to make matters worse, the general consensus is that we (as a general 'my group of friends') really likes a few of the people that I want to have a talking to, and thus my 'talking to' them (which hopefully would turn bloody because I'm in a foul mood) would be unwanted.
I want someone out there to give me one valid reason as to why I'm not allowed to name names, call people on their mistakes and question motives. Why am I not allowed to say that Craig's roommate and his pechant for hurting my boyfriend is disgusting and that he needs to knock it off before something bad happens (to him, not to Craig)? Why am I not allowed to say that some things are just unacceptable when you have roommates and some people have the respect it takes to live with other while some people should be blacklisted from such activities? Why am I not allowed to say that his inconsiderate self and his operatic, squeaky-dog-chew-toy of a girlfriend really need to learn something the rest of us call manners and wait until everyone goes out/is not sleeping at two in the morning before they commence the festivites?
I, for one, am disgusted with the level of indecency which is suddenly acceptable. Maybe I am being protective of my boyfriend; I know he sometimes takes things the wrong way, and is very touchy when it comes to the subject of his roomies, but when I meet him and he's nearly in tears because of something that someone else has said to him, I think I'm entitled to be a little protective.
And for him to tell me he doesn't want me to say anything to anyone because he's afraid of what they will say back to him... My head almost exploded.
I understand that his roommates/their significant others probably hate me. I'm actually remarkably comfortable with it. Almost eerily so. But the fact that Craig is so worried about their reactions that he hurried me out of there so quickly this morning before they were awake that I couldn't grab my bag that has tampons in it; sorry folks, we have a problem. When I am literally left to bleed at the bus stop for forty minutes... the world is a sad, angry place and it makes me a sad, angry person.
Now, do you have those people who do things that are nigh inexcusable? The sort of things that make you stop and marvel that people that rude and flat out nasty really exist? Yeah, those people.
Well I have had much too much of those people in the last few days and I've only been home for two (days, that is).
And to make matters worse, the general consensus is that we (as a general 'my group of friends') really likes a few of the people that I want to have a talking to, and thus my 'talking to' them (which hopefully would turn bloody because I'm in a foul mood) would be unwanted.
I want someone out there to give me one valid reason as to why I'm not allowed to name names, call people on their mistakes and question motives. Why am I not allowed to say that Craig's roommate and his pechant for hurting my boyfriend is disgusting and that he needs to knock it off before something bad happens (to him, not to Craig)? Why am I not allowed to say that some things are just unacceptable when you have roommates and some people have the respect it takes to live with other while some people should be blacklisted from such activities? Why am I not allowed to say that his inconsiderate self and his operatic, squeaky-dog-chew-toy of a girlfriend really need to learn something the rest of us call manners and wait until everyone goes out/is not sleeping at two in the morning before they commence the festivites?
I, for one, am disgusted with the level of indecency which is suddenly acceptable. Maybe I am being protective of my boyfriend; I know he sometimes takes things the wrong way, and is very touchy when it comes to the subject of his roomies, but when I meet him and he's nearly in tears because of something that someone else has said to him, I think I'm entitled to be a little protective.
And for him to tell me he doesn't want me to say anything to anyone because he's afraid of what they will say back to him... My head almost exploded.
I understand that his roommates/their significant others probably hate me. I'm actually remarkably comfortable with it. Almost eerily so. But the fact that Craig is so worried about their reactions that he hurried me out of there so quickly this morning before they were awake that I couldn't grab my bag that has tampons in it; sorry folks, we have a problem. When I am literally left to bleed at the bus stop for forty minutes... the world is a sad, angry place and it makes me a sad, angry person.
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I'm sorry things are shitty. I send you hugs. Also, I shall use my blossoming telekenisis to try to make their heads explode.
That okay?
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I would just talk to them, damn the torpedoes, but I've been in an angsty mood recently...perhaps it would make you feel better to see where I ended up ACTUALLY railing on one of THOSE people? Sort of a vicarious bitch fest?:
http://syntheticjesso.livejournal.com/599842.html <--You can read the original post if you like, then scroll down to where
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