Rant

Do you know what I really hate find annoying? People who will proudly proclaim that they are ‘brutally honest’ or ‘highly opinionated’ or ‘spirited’ and make it sound like it makes them a really interesting, strong person, but then just as quickly you’ll get to know them, and guess what?

All the fancy words n’ phrases they spewed out were lies, they are actually (pardon my Francais and my lack of squiggly thing on the ‘c’ of Francais.) a bit of a bitch. And yet they’re allowed to be, because obviously, I’m just narrow minded and caged in by myself. I don’t understand what it is to be an unbridled force on the world.

I’m not saying that people who are all of the things I said in the first paragraph are all bitches. That isn’t it at all. I’m just saying that I enjoy the molestation of unicorns that some people use those words to hide from the fact that they just have no emotional control and are just… kind of mean.

/Rant over.

The deer did not deserve their fate.

I hate it when people say ‘You should never change yourself just because others don’t like you’. I mean, what if you rape deer? Isn’t that change worthy?

It is that day when I soil my underwear out of glee.

MY BIRTHDAY >D I am too excited, I’m like a five year old or some shit.

I rant like a girl on her period. (Which I am not at the moment.)

Sometimes I seriously wonder if having some kind of God or Deity in my life would make me a better person, but I really son’t know. I mean- the religion seems pretty good apart from a couple of things (e.g. homophobia, lol.) but the basic principles like being a good person are pretty great.

Then again, I see all the allegedly religious people at school and half of them are bitches to each other and don’t seem concerned with any of the rules of the religion. They do, however, believe in God? But that’s kind of a weird way of being religious.

Urgh, I don’t know. There are good and bad points to religion, but I can’t force myself to believe in God, I guess. I just have to believe in morals. :/

Unrelated title: The song ‘Jolene’ is toooo addictive.

So today I ‘subtly’ brought up the subject of gayness with a friend of mine. Not a good friend, but still a friend. She told me she was fine with gay guys, but not girls. Obviously, I asked her why. Her answer?

“They might have a thing for me.”

I was just like… ‘Whut’. .__. Eloquently.

Urk homophobia isn’t even interesting drama, just tiring. :/

Lush has ruined me

I can no longer have a bath without at least one Lush product. It just feels wrong to me without their awesomeness. :<

Rant

Ok, Person One:

Omfg shut up please. You aren’t funny. Shouting ‘penis’ making the most incredibly basic sex jokes gets a couple sniggers every so often but you do it. Every. Moment. Of. The. Day.

Plus- you laugh at those jokes. I mean wtf, seriously? I have no idea where you got this idea that you’re hilarious but I would advise you to drop the idea and realised that you would probably only be able to amuse 12 year olds. I mean- immaturity is fine. Stupidity isn’t, and as much as I hate to call anybody stupid, you’re slowly pushing me to doing so.

Please just get half a brain, I have to listen to you every day at school, and I’m fed up of it.

Person Two:

You kind of have the same problem as person 1. You’re trying way too fucking hard to ‘fit in’ and be funny, yet it’s kind of laughable how you’ll suck up to anyone who has been deemed popular. Unfortunately, as soon as you’re talking to me- your supposed best friend- you’re putting me down. I’m sick of being told how shit I am at everything, how I’m not this or that. ‘Not special’, in your own words. Shut up. I already know I’m not special, but that isn’t for you to tell me. 

You’re a truly repulsive person. How can you say that to someone? How can you put people down? You must have some serious insecurities going on.

(Rant over.)

Bleh, if anyone actually read this, then I apologise for the clumsily written rants, but I needed to spew that all somewhere. The funny thing? I hang out with both of them regularly, and I shun my really good friends because it’s difficult to be with them for certain reasons. Urgh.

Content and Guilty

Warm, content, nestled in blankets, full of nice food with a good book in my hands. It’s moments like that when I can’t help but feel… guilty.

Somewhere in the world, someone needs help, someone is living in poverty, someone is desperately ill. And what am I doing? Ignoring it all.

I hate it- I seriously hate feeling guilty about being happy and warm and safe. But I would feel even guiltier if I didn’t feel guilty. Does that makes sense?

I wish this post had a neat little conclusion artfully wrapped by my conscience, but I’m afraid it’s more like it’s going to end like a car on the edge of a cliff. Badly.

What am I supposed to do? Honestly, because I really do not know. I’m broke, and I’m a kid. Because of course, you can’t do anything without money and freedom.

It’s frustrating.

Society

Some days, I look at the peachy, skinny-as-a-bird models with their photo shopped smiles and their lovely skin and their empty eyes, and I think- wait a minute. The girl drawing on the foggy bus window I saw last week, the old woman who fed pigeons from a bench today. Aren’t they kind of more beautiful in a way? More human?

I’m not going to lie- I hate models, in a way. Well, not personally, but I hate the idea of them- how they shape society, how they fuck up our heads. The other day I heard about a six year old girl with anorexia. Six years old? What?

Sometimes- just sometimes- I don’t know why we call this a civilised society.