The things that tend to get on my nerves.

Okay folx, I know that several of the people that have gotten on my nerves as of late read this, so I’ll try to be as gentle as possible.

Look, I understand that some people enjoy certain traditions that they just started or something on those lines, and that some people think that martyrdom is the key to happiness, or something like that.

YOU’RE NOT MAKING THIS EASY FOR ANYONE.

I’m quite sure that most who have known me for a long time might’ve noticed that I’ve changed. I’ve gone from a whiney brat of a pipsqueak to growing some balls, a belly, and an attitude of steel. I don’t give a flipping rat’s backend if you think that your liberal/democratic/whatever ideals mean you’re entitled to being an emotional martyr.  THINGS CHANGE. Just don’t take it near my family (by this, I mean my family: Holly, Gillian and myself… not my siblings and parents. When you have offspring/whatever you start a new family and your old family becomes your extended family). We have our own problems and don’t want to solve yours (and if we don’t care, it probably means that it’s something that you need to keep to yourself anyways.)

Now, was this all necessary? I think not, because it never should’ve needed to happen in the first place. Ones who say they care need to express it, if you don’t freakin care, say it. Cause I’ll tell you what, I care. I care about things that are polite to care about, cause otherwise that’d make me a nosey jerk. I just want a happy family, and I’ll take them wherever happiness can find us.

fin.

~ by esmartuek on December 5, 2006.