Monday, February 27, 2012

I. Hate. People.

This is not a new blog for me.  This is an age old blog that just resurfaces from time to time.  Many comments have been made lately about the fact that I am a very negative and angry person.  I have two things to say about that.  Let me pose a question, however, to those that know I? 

Here's the thing - I am not a negative angry person.  I AM, however, a very sarcastic person.  Why?  I am sarcastic because of all of the asshole people out there that I hate.  I am sarcastic to protect myself.  I use sarcasm as a defense mechanism.  If you would like to see my sarcasm as negative and angry - carry on.  Here's the bottom line...I DON'T GIVE A FAT FUCK WHAT YOU THINK.

I used to.  I used to think that I could not function without the approval of everyone.  The flaw was, I constantly failed.  I was miserable.  I was totally incapable of pleasing everyone - and highly unsuccessful at pleasing those that I felt I needed to please.  I'm not that person anymore.  I'm tired of trying to please everyone.  Instead, I just work to make those who mean the world to me happy.

I'm also insanely tired of people who try to make me feel bad for not agreeing wth them.  I apparently know a lot of people who are perfect.  I am not one of those people.  I am so far from perfect it's pretty comical.  I have learned that being perfect is not all it's cracked up to be.  I've also learned that being around perfect people is too stressful.  I'm trying to cut them out of my life - too much pressure for me.

Hmm, this blog didn't go where I had intended and I'm babbling now. I should stop.  The main point here is that I hate people.  I do not need thousands of friends.  I do not even want thousands of friends.  Friends take too much energy.  I'm not kidding.  You have to call and hang out and remember birthdays. Apparently you are also required to have the same beliefs and agree with everything they say.  I haven't the patience for that.  I also don't have the patience for the petty childish disagreements.

So, here's what I've decided.  I have a chosen few true friends.  Most of them have been friends for years.  They understand me - they know that I pretty much suck as a friend but that I'm here if they need me.  They know that I am self-absorbed.  They know that I'm sarcastic.  They accept me for who I am.  Those are the people I'm going to keep in my life.  I'm washing my hands of the rest of the world.  I'm washing my hands of those who choose to stab me in the back or talk about me when I'm not around.  I'm not in high school or junior high - I'm past that bull shit. The rest of the world is full of fucking assholes and I don't want to associate with them.

1 comment:

  1. Sarcasm shield protector of feelings. Been using it for years. You gotta take time to know me to know who I am. I want to be a recluse. Inviting only those who have meaning into my life.