I hope one day soon I’ll understand what I’m doing and where I’m going
Dude just tried asking me to join in his birthday celebrations in the best way:
"Im play BP if ur interested its in lakewood ill send u the address if ur down"
How do I end up with such gems?
I’m tired. I’m fucking tired. I think it’s easy to understand that I’m not the only person in the world with problems. I think that’s VERY easy to understand. So when I’m actually taking care of myself, and doing shit that’s best for me and my own sanity, don’t fucking act like I don’t know that.
If I tell you, “hey, the constant bull I’ve been putting up with is finally getting to be too much and would really appreciate it if you could just not do that anymore because I’m at the end of my rope and can’t deal with things from people and the previous day made me very uncomfortable” don’t throw in my face how I shouldn’t put up with your shit, and how I’m not the only one with problems. Obviously I’m not and I never claimed to be. And when I’m actually looking out for myself, don’t say how I should have taken care of it sooner. Yeah. I could have said you guys TALKING ABOUT MY BODY AT WORK WHILE I AM WORKING MADE ME REALLY UNCOMFORTABLE, but I thought it would be more professional to dismiss it and not start bullshit. Sorry I did it first thing the next day instead. Sorry for being a burden on you and putting a damper on YOUR day.
So there’s this “old cars club” that do whatever reason decides the best place to meet is some random Friday every month in the Albertsons parking lot of the game stop I work at. They were asked to not show up for a while because the Carson sheriff’s department was having enough of their shit and leaving the place disgusting.
Today was their first meeting since they were asked to stop showing up. Loud. Rowdy. Annoying. So I close work, am walking to my car. And this dude from the car next to me (at least I’m assuming he owned the car) has his passenger door open and not giving me lots of room for me to get in my car. AND THEN HEAR PEEING SOUNDS AND NOTICE A MASSIVE PUDDLE COMING FROM HIS FUCKING DOORWAY. WHY THE FUCK DO PEOPLE LIKE THAT EXIST? DON’T FUCKING PEE IN THE FUCKING PARKING LOT. WHY NOT GO SOMEWHERE OPEN LATE THAT HAS RESTROOMS READILY AVAILABLE. UUUUUUUGGH.
Why are so many adults actually children?
I’m tired of this bullshit.