Anger Management! part 2
Alright, first off, I'm not as drunk as I was last night. Not yet. And, my now ex-girlfriend is not really "pretty fat", though she is pretty doughy in some places. Just wanted to clear that up. Although I DO still think she is acting like a stupid bitch. I mean, why have an opinion of your own when you can just listen to your dumbass, shitheel, low class friends that you never see? So I'm an arrogant cock, who is always angry at something. What else is new? Fuck them too. Fucking losers. And fuck your fucking mother, that stupid fat twat. Has she never heard of the phrase "mind your fucking business, you manatee?" Same to your fatass piece of trash sister. She can kiss my ass.
Enough bullshit. The point of this is, why shouldn't I be angry? What the fuck is there not to be angry about? Look around. The world basically sucks, the most powerful country in the world is being run by a fucking idiot, and horrible shit happens every single day, mostly perpetrated by other fucking idiots. I know I can't do anything about it, but does that mean I should just ignore it? You people are the idiots because you go about your lives like everything is O.K. IT ISN'T.
Even for someone with a good, upper class life like me, shit happens. People you care about die, usually way too soon (R.I.P. JD, DD, BS, LC - you are missed). Friends turn on you for stupid reasons, usually over some whore. Rejection is a part of life, I guess. But... why? Why should I or anyone else accept that? I have always gone through life not being afraid to tell people what I think, even if it means they will be offended by it. Like I said before: you want to kill me? You've got the right to try. If I wanted something, I took it, because that's what you have to do. Otherwise, you are a pussy, right?
In short, what is the point? Sure, I can get loaded and rip on fat chicks and pussies until I'm blue in the face, and then bang some stupid whore with no self esteem and daddy issues until she is sore, but in the end, the world is not any different. Is that any kind of life? Why does anyone care? I mean, my life rules compared to about 99% of people in the world, and I'm still pissed off. It doesn't make me feel better anymore to be superior to others. It used to, knowing that I was smarter and better looking and had more money then most people... but now that isn't enough. I need to make sure that other people are feeling as bad as I am.
Case in point: you know that new Adam Sandler movie, "Click", where he has a magic remote that controls life - pause, fast forward, or whatever? Here is my actual reaction upon seeing that preview for the first time, down to the exact word:
"Holy shit. If I had that fucking remote, I would pause it and rob people. And kick them in the balls, and punch them in the face."
J: "Why would you rob people?"
"What else would you do with it? Maybe feel girl's boobs, I guess."
J is my mother.
By the way, I start anger management next week. Should be fun.
Enough bullshit. The point of this is, why shouldn't I be angry? What the fuck is there not to be angry about? Look around. The world basically sucks, the most powerful country in the world is being run by a fucking idiot, and horrible shit happens every single day, mostly perpetrated by other fucking idiots. I know I can't do anything about it, but does that mean I should just ignore it? You people are the idiots because you go about your lives like everything is O.K. IT ISN'T.
Even for someone with a good, upper class life like me, shit happens. People you care about die, usually way too soon (R.I.P. JD, DD, BS, LC - you are missed). Friends turn on you for stupid reasons, usually over some whore. Rejection is a part of life, I guess. But... why? Why should I or anyone else accept that? I have always gone through life not being afraid to tell people what I think, even if it means they will be offended by it. Like I said before: you want to kill me? You've got the right to try. If I wanted something, I took it, because that's what you have to do. Otherwise, you are a pussy, right?
In short, what is the point? Sure, I can get loaded and rip on fat chicks and pussies until I'm blue in the face, and then bang some stupid whore with no self esteem and daddy issues until she is sore, but in the end, the world is not any different. Is that any kind of life? Why does anyone care? I mean, my life rules compared to about 99% of people in the world, and I'm still pissed off. It doesn't make me feel better anymore to be superior to others. It used to, knowing that I was smarter and better looking and had more money then most people... but now that isn't enough. I need to make sure that other people are feeling as bad as I am.
Case in point: you know that new Adam Sandler movie, "Click", where he has a magic remote that controls life - pause, fast forward, or whatever? Here is my actual reaction upon seeing that preview for the first time, down to the exact word:
"Holy shit. If I had that fucking remote, I would pause it and rob people. And kick them in the balls, and punch them in the face."
J: "Why would you rob people?"
"What else would you do with it? Maybe feel girl's boobs, I guess."
J is my mother.
By the way, I start anger management next week. Should be fun.
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