posted on Aug, 27 2004 @ 11:31 PM
Heh...carthesis in a can, right?
I might as well give it a shot, I'm pretty messed up. I'm overcome by apathy, mostly. Fortunately, I'm not so much hte victim of events in life as
slave to myself.
Know what makes me angry? People who don't do things RIGHT. You know what? Smoke weed, drink, do whatever you want but do it right. Don't put me in
a position where you're so drunk I'ma have to call an ambulance, because I won't. I'll take your wallet, empty it, and walk away. If you're doign
something that is less than permissible, then at least be discreet. My brother is a huge pothead, and that has rendered him an idiot. He comes home
blasted out of his skull and lies about it poorly, leaves bits of dank everywhere, etc. If not for my parents, I would have given him a thorough
People are always taking a shot at me, and I hate that, too. Whatever happened to kindness to your fellow man? Or, at least indifference. I almost got
fired at work by this old bitch who didn't like the fact that as an order filler, no one gave me orders, ergo I did no work. It's a very simple,
logical issue- if I'm not given any orders to fill, then I cannot fill orders. She malciously spread rumors about me at work, and only the head
shipper (who kindly printed out my daily work assignments to prove my case) saved em from ebign canned. Anyone who takes an unneccesary potshot at
someone else also falls under this category. If you don't have anything nice to say about a person, don't say it at all. You can disagree with them
on things like politics, but leave the person alone. It's people like that- malicious people who just want to see people get hurt for kicks that we
have teens in highschool that think that the Columbine shooters were martyrs. I've had to give the impression that I was headed that way before a few
people in highschool backed off.
Let me tell all of you a story, a story I shared with a few other people on here. There was this kid I knew...for his sake, let's call him Bob. Bob
was an average nerd, I suppose. Kind, shy, quiet. Kinda fat, short, glasses, you know the type. Minds their own bussiness. Well, four or five kids
decided for no reason they didn't like bob. They caught him on his lunch, dragged him to the graveyard a block down the street, and beat him #less.
And I mean #less. Popped his head off a few memorials, stepped on his glasses, broek his nose a good 45 degrees, fractured his eyesocket. He lay there
for two hours, crying and bleeding. No one came looking for him. Finally, he got up and came back to school. He was an effing beserker. Attacked any
male he could get his hands on. Teachers, students, anyone who looked like they had been there or tried to stop him. Screaming, crying, Bob beat up
about twelve kids before everyoen finally sudued him. Almost busted his arm in the process. Kid was so high on adrenaline and rage that he probably
could have done somethign stupid. He was screaming abotu bringing in a gun and killing everyone. To tell you the truth, I didn't blame him. Hell, I
sympathized with him. There's a lot of kids in hgihscool who really need two to the chest and one to the head. There's a lot of kids who don't, but
I'm just saying....
Well, a few of us decided to try and find these kids who did this. They were all our age, adn since my crowd was *ahem* volatile, as well as under
constant harassment, it wasn't hard to fidn a few makeshift weapons. a few knifes, a kubaton or two, adn we went looking. We never fouond those kids,
though. They ran fast and hard. Truth be told, I'm still pisssed about it. They ruined Bob's life, in essence. He spent two days in hospital, and
was expelled, had to move. You want to see a tradgedy? Go to any highschool in the nation. You'll find some kids who have it bad- some worse than
You are creating your private army of demons. Don't be surprised when they reap the whirlwind.
This is Object "Wot Makes Chris Angry" for today. Come back tommorow for another example of how messed in the head I am.