People Fucking Suck @ MindSay

T-take.
A-action.
A-against.
G-genocide.

guess what i did for lunch today?

i joined this club. my sister was in it but i hadn't heard anything about it till last night texting audrey. because she was all like 'oh yeah i have a taag meeting tomorrow but we can go to lunch afterwards.' and i was like oh yeah that genocide thing i didn't know still existed. i'll go with you.' and she's like 'wow amazing get more people to join.' and i tried elaine because i think she's the only one that would be mildly interested but noooo she has fucking lunch detention. and for what?

fucking tardies. that's stupid, by the way. if anyone wants my opinion on tardies. but moving on.

so i joined today. and it was fun. only it was just me, audrey, some girl named kim, and mrs. nielson the supervisor and mrs. moon who just came to whatever.

but we decided to start making posters to get more people and stuff. and apparently people don't know the meaning of genocide? holy crap. are you stupid? okay don't know what Darfur is but genocide? holy freaking crap. Holocaust? jeez.

but i'm sure there's like two people here on mindsay that don't know what that is, so here's the definition:

genocide-the systematic, planned annihilation of a racial, political, or cultural group.

oh and the Holocaust is one. and it's going on right now in Darfur. which is in Africa. it's like part of Sudan.


so yeah. i guess that's my story. so if anyone's more interested go here: www.savedarfur.org

my fucking life does not fucking revolve around september the fucking 11th.

okay??


i don't care if you lost someone, so did like 563984739853 other people. don't give me your crap, because i don't care. people die everyday. shut the fuck up.

and it's not like everyone knows that the planes didn't fucking bring down the buildings. i'm not a fucking conspiracist and i hardly believe anything that damn zeitgeist movie says, but fucking ass people. look at the evidence. no fucking plane could've brought that whole thing down like that. and not hit any other buildings? please. look people. quit being so dumb.

and quit telling me to 'respect' other people. shut the fucking hell up. i have my own shit to deal with. some dumb goverment shit that happened six fucking years ago that i don't even remember honestly doesn't fucking effect me. i don't care. i really honestly do not fucking care.



if i get any angry comments i swear i won't fucking reply. i'm not some dumbshit that'll delete them. i'll keep them. but don't come here starting any shitfaced fights. i don't fucking care about your 9/11 shit.

It's like everybody wants to be me or have me! I hate the word controlling because it just isn't significant to the situation. I hate it when people know what's best for me when they look at the situation from their point of view. They think they have it bad but when they look at it from my position...what in hell am I supposed to do? I'm trapped on all sides - parents nagging on me, the terrible controlling boyfriend pushing down on me, the friends who don't talk to me enough to know shooting me with rude and unkind jealousy. If I gave a rats-fucking ass about what any of those people thought I would be the ultimate idiot: the kind that gives a rats-fucking ass about what people think.
Don't tell me what to do. I'm smart enough to make my own decisions. Don't tell me what you think is best for me. I know where I want to go and how to get there. Don't look down on me. If you have to look down on me then I am better than you, 2-fold! Don't judge me. I'm not here for you to judge.
I will be a bitch to you when the time is right. I will kill you when you're not expecting it. If you want to make this into Mean Girls 2, go ahead. I will write another Burn Book and I will put it in your locker; your fingerprints will be all over it. Your semen will be the coverpage. I will get into your head. You will confess to writing the book you've never even seen.
I'm an arms dealer...w/weapons in the form of words. I will badly wound you with my voice. I will kill you with my looks because yes, my looks can kill! Once I'm done with you, you will wish the saying "Sticks & Stones...Words can never hurt me" was 100% true. My words will hit you in the balls.
People like to be in control. They like to tell other people what to do. I fucking hate it! I am SO sorry to each and every person I tried to control. It was wrong of me to do that. Please forgive me, because I'm being punished for it.
I wish people would stop telling me what to do. I'm not anybody's slave. I can think for myself; just because I'm young doesn't mean I'm an idiot. I do have a brain, and yes, it works.

Thank you for your time.

Have I mentioned that I work in a bank, kiddos?  Well, I do....a call center for a bank.  And you know what?

 

People are fucking stupid.

 

It amazes me how many people don't know when their last deposit was made.  I ask them and they reply with an aggitated I don't know, and when I look, it's always like a couple of days before.  The best are the jerks that get mad at the verification questions, stating, "I just want my balance!".  Then why didn't you just stay on the automated system, assmunch?  That gives you all you need to know!!  You didn't need to hit zero and come and bother me with your shit.  We ask these questions so not just anyone can get into your account and steal your fucking identity, so be glad about that.  And those are always the jerks that only have like a dollar or two in the account.  The ones with money are just huffy and in a hurry.  Once again idiots...auto-mated- sys-tem!!  People call in with snarky attitudes and then want you to do all this work and look up a check from 2 years ago...and then get pissy when it takes a minute.

 

I have had a bank account for years now.  It's not that hard to keep track of your money...even if you spend alot.  I go through my money like its water, but I'd never been in the negative until I lost my job and my unemployment ran out.  People who get thousands of dollars every two weeks have no place to complain when they blow thier checks on dumb shit and then end up overdrawn....I'm sorry...but that's not our fault.  You incur the fee, you fucking pay it.  But folks call in and complain and blame us and want refunds.  Please.  Fuck you.  Seriously.  Don't call in and treat me like shit and then expect me to bend over backwards to help you.  When will folks learn that you don't get help with that attitude?  What makes people think that just because we're not face to face you can talk to people any fucking way you want to and get a positive result?

 

Especially from a cranky bitch like me?

 

Please, friends, do me a favor, k?  Pay atttention to how you spnd your money.  And if you need help, don't call in and treat the people trying to help you like some kind of retarded monkey you can just kick around.  We are real live people who generally want to help you out.  It's why we are there.  Why we have jobs in the first place.  You really don't want to piss off someone who basically has more power over your money than you do...or the person that's bringing you your food  and serving you...or the one that's about to fix your car or appliance...because A) we are real people, too...B) we can flip out and not give a fuck just like the next man...C) God or Allah or Buddah or whoever don't like ugly so what comes around goes around...and D) you DO pass us on the streets everyday and we have all the info we need to find you. 

 

Not that I would ever do anything like that...but I'm saying...shit happens.

Especially to people who are assholes and deserve it.

 

Days like this I really understand the purpose of Fight Club and wish like hell it was real.  Not that I would join.  I'm too prissy about breaking a nail or getting a black eye...and I'd look like an ass with my head shaved like a space monkey, so I would just be a Fight Club fan.

 

But you get the point.  You are not a unique and special snowflake.  You have to survive like everyone else.

Deal with it.

why do people always have to bring up old shit??? if i don't want to talk about, don't FUCKING FORCE ME TO!!!

i fucking hate how you say you're understanding, and yet you fucking try to mold me...i can't fucking bend every which way...i'm trying to fucking please everyone, i'm trying to fucking be there for everyone...but it's just so fucking hard when you're fucking all negative talk...ok, maybe i am making a mistake, but FUCK let me learn on my own!!!

i'm tired of telling people that i'm happy again, and all they can fucking say is YOU'RE MAKING A MISTAKE!!! big fucking deal...let me deal with this shit...i'm not a fucking 2 yr old, you don't always have to hold my hand...let me make my own mistakes, it will make me a stronger and better person in the end!!!

JUST FUCKING LET ME BE...and leave the past where it needs to be...