Bliss

There are certain types of people in this world that just piss me off to no end. The type of people who come up to you and ask you for advice, and then when you give them advice they don't take the advice. They just come back to you a week later and they're like “I can't believe how everything turned out so wrong”You wanna no why everything turned out so wrong? Because you didn't take my advice and you're fucking stupid. That's what went wrong, you didn't listen to me. I know all.The other type of person are those insignificant peons, who just have to validate themselves by being in a relationship. You know what! It's pathetic, it's weak minded and you show no inner strength whatsoever. Get over the girlfriend, get over the boyfriend or whatever the fuck your yearning for and live fucking life.People who stalk their ex-girlfriend particularly piss me off, what the fuck is wrong with these people? Don't you have better things to do with your life than be emotionally attached to someone who hates your guts? Do something with your life, find a hobby. You know... geez... do you know how many video games are out there that you could be playing? At the very least shoot yourself. Get yourself out of society, nobody wants to deal with a stalker.Other types of people that I hate; people who ruin your favorite diner, you know the type of person that you’re usually friends with until they go to the diner and start dating a waitress there and then have some kind of wierd rocky relationship and everytime you go to the diner here-after there’s that weird vibe in the air. People like this, really need food poisoning, I am so sick of these fucking bastards ruining my favorite spots.Another type of person I particularly hate are those fucking slime-balls with the slick black hair, that usually end up going to bars and shit like that on friday, saturday, sunday night, to see if they can pick up chicks. And all they do is walk around with these fucking stupid velvety shirts with their dumb-ass fat hairy chests exposed to the world, as if they were the sexiest thing on the face on the earth. You know what!, you're a middle aged loser, nobody wants to see your hairy chest. Either; throw yourself in front of traffic or overdose, please!. Nobody wants to hear this bullshit anymore, time for some revaluation of ones life.I also dislike people who all they do is talk about their problems with their insignificant other... you know what I don't care about your fucking relationship problems, you can just shove them up your ass for all I care! Nobody wants to hear about how your girlfriend doesn't like you or how your boyfriend is ignoring you... Nobody cares! It only pertains to your own little world, which in the grand scheme of things is minute and pathetic and nobody ever really ever wants to hear it. Shut your mouth, choke on your food, and die!You ever have a good friend and then you go out some place and they always have to bring their fucking girlfriend; and their girlfriend turns out to be somebody you just want to kill... I mean really kill, like jump up and down and kill. And then chop up their body into 15 different parts and flush various parts down the toilet and bury the others and others get thrown in the sewer.You know the type of person whose parents should have had an abortion before they even walked the earth. You know that kind of crap, these type of fucking pieces of crap really just need to be killed with some piano wire around the throat. I can’t take it anymore.I also can’t stand people who stay at home and listen to “every rose has it’s thorn” like it’s the world’s most depressing song.1. The song sucks 2. You’re fucking pathetic for listening to itTake the CD out crack it in half and then slit your wrist with the broken pieces. It’s over!, they’re done, you’re done, kill yourself.And in closing, you know it’s shit like this that pisses me off it’s just these types of people that have no “inner soul” no nothing, they just revolve around their own pathetic little world with no consideration for what’s going on around them. They have no sense or grasp of reality and really need to be taken off the face of this earth, they have no substance, they have no control over themselves...And they really need to be put to sleep... permanently.You know what pisses me off? You know, when you're having a conversation with someone, and for some reason, you get on a particular topic. In this case, let's say... the topic is... nuts. Don't you hate how the other person usually has to make some dumbass sexual comment creating some kind of lame-ass pun based on your legitimate topic of conversation? Let's say you say something like "I'm not sure I like those nuts, they leave a weird taste in my mouth." Then the other person, in usual dumb ass fashion, just has to say something like "Uhh, you don't like the nuts in your mouth? Hehehe." And then he or she giggles like an idiot for a half hour because they think they made a clever joke out of your topic of conversation. These people need to be killed! I'm sick and tired of people warping simple topics into something perverted. And God forbid if you're a woman who gets caught up in some kind of twisted wordplay like this. Before you know it, everyone at school or work is getting on your back because you made a comment about a large ball. It's unnecessary, it's stupid, and it just shows that you're thinking with your sexual organs rather than your brain. This being the case, someone should glue your mouth to your butt, so they may illustrate the fact that you truly, indeed, suck ass.Next topic; drunk people! You know, the type of asshole who always has to get shitfaced on the weekend and go staggering around, patting you on the back like you're his best friend, when all you really want him to do is get in his car and drive home recklessly. I'm sick and tired of some incoherent asshole who smells like a case of malt liquor all of a sudden talking about the philosophy of life while trying to pick up some woman at a bar. Nice. And what's worse, those fucking dolts who go around and actually tell you how fucked up they got the night before; like they deserve some type of award for falling face first into a patch of tomatoes in your backyard at four AM in the morning. And don't forget, "friends don't let friends drive drunk." Screw that! As far as I'm concerned, give 'em the keys rev up the engine, and let 'em go sailing home with a bottle of taquila in their lap. One of three things will happen. 1: The cops will pull them over and end up having to beat the shit out of them, just because this fucker is in a drunken rage and refuses to turn off Neil Diamond's "They're Coming to America". Number 2: They'll wrap themselves around a telephone pole and either be killed or paralyzed. Cruel, you say? Well, so is inflicting your drunken stupidity on the rest of the world, so be ready to pay the consequences. Asshole. Scenario number 3, my least favorite: They make it home okay and pass out on the lawn with their motor running, while the radio is blasting some dumbass metal song from the mid-80's that no one wants to hear anymore. But at least it gives 'em a chance to try again next week.So if you're a drunken moron or an idiot who has to manipulate legitimate conversations to get a cheap thrill for your libido, please feel free to get together with one another on the weekends, drive around drunk, make all the twisted sexual comments you like. And I'll just watch from the local diner window as they scrape your body off the pavement with a fucking spatula. Get out of our fucking lives, your moronic assholes. Your existence is useless, and you're dragging down the collective intelligence of humanity. Don't like what I have to say? Here's the keys and a bottle of Crack Daniels. I'll see you tomorrow. But hopefully not. Blame is probably one of the dirtiest words in the English language. Everyone looks for it, everyone takes it and everyone deals with it, but no one likes to talk about it. Even though we're a world of people pointing fingers, our mouths are silent even as our fingers are outstretched.No, it's not something we like to talk about, it's not something we like to think about and it's not something we like to deal with. But everytime something goes wrong, there's the issue: Who to blame? What to blame? Where does the error lie? Of what fault is this?Some people like to internalize the blame, taking everything that goes wrong around them and immediately assuming it's their fault. It can be easier that way, it makes us proactive and puts us in a position where the world makes sense and we can do something to prevent bad things in the future. It's as if by shoveling the blame upon our own shoulders we place ourselves in the driver's seat, controlling our own destiny exclusively and totally.Others, however, like to blame the world. It's easier for them to maintain their own image of perfection and believe that they are the victims of the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune and nothing more. They remove themselves from fault and instead cast stones wherever they can be laid, placing the blame and their own destiny on whatever shoulders they can find.The truth, of course, lies somewhere in between. We are captains of our own destiny, this is for certain, but the world still moves around us, independent of our own actions and thoughts. even though the percentage of each can vary wildly, nothing in our lives happens without some degree of fault on both parts. It's a complete and total impossibility as our lives are impacted by both sets of choices.All we can do is make the best decisions we can and hope for the best outcomes possible. When things go wrong, assigning blame is only useful as far as it teaches us lessons and helps us prevent future catastrophes. The minute we begin looking for scapegoats or placing an unreasonable burden upon ourselves we cease doing any good and start causing more harm, deepening the the tragedy and rubbing salt into very fresh wounds.Now does this mean that murderers should not go to jail or robbers should not be punished? Of course not. They deserve their blame and they deserve their punishment. In fact, they are usually among the first to blame the world for the tragedies they brought upon themselves, unwilling to look for fault in their own decisions and, instead, content on examining the faults of the world around them.However, it does mean that we need to look at our own actions and what we can do to prevent such things from happening to us. We need to learn how to make decisions to avoid the pitfalls of life. But at the same time, we need to realize that, often, the best decisions have the worst outcomes and that there's no point in blaming ourselves for doing only what we thought was best.You see, the same as blame is a fluid balance between ourselves and the outside world, so must our conscience. Simply put, the greatest reward in life isn't leading a perfect life where nothing goes wrong, but to be able to look back at the life you had and realize that you always made the best decisions you could at the time.Because even if hindsight is 20/20, blaming ourselves for good decisions made in blurred forsight, does no more good than blaming the world for bad decisions that we ourselves made.After all, life is supposed to be a learning process and that means both learning to improve and, most difficult of all, learning to accept.
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