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skeletons in my closet
Jun. 8th, 2004 02:09 pm"I'm just not happy...I'm just not happy...I'm just not happy because my life didn't turn out the way I thought it would." Hey! Join the fucking club, okay!? I thought I was going to be the starting center fielder for the Boston Red Sox. Life sucks, get a fucking helmet, alright?! "I'm not happy, I'm not happy." Nobody's happy, okay!? Happiness comes in small doses, folks. It's a cigarette, or a chocolate chip cookie, or a five second orgasm. That's it, okay?! You cum, you eat the cookie, you smoke the butt, you go to sleep, you get up in the morning and go to fucking work, ok!? That is it! End of fucking list! "I'm just not happy--" Shut the fuck up, all right? That's the name of my new book, Shut the Fuck Up, by Doctor Denis Leary. A revolutionary new form of therapy. I'm gonna have my patients come in: "Doctor, I--" "Shut the fuck up, next!" "I don't feel so--" "Shut the fuck up, next!" "He made me feel so much better about myself, you know? He just told me to shut the fuck up and nobody had ever told me that before. I feel so much better now." Whining fucking maggots.
I would not have posted that if it hadn't have been for certain coworkers having a bug up their asses (yeah, I know, that was Friday or whatever) and if it hadn't have been for a friend posting something on their LJ that really made me do some thinking and confronting something from my past. I used to really resent it, but not so much anymore because I think--in its own weird way--it's made me into the pretty much well-adjusted person I am today.
So, let's recap. Major pet peeve of mine? People who complain and whine incessantly. Okay, I know Jenn doesn't like working at Blockbuster anymore, and I know she's having problems with her boyfriend, and she's got a rotten attitude, but you know what? I don't really care. Her problems mean nothing to me because she could honestly have it a hell of a lot worse. She could be stricken with a terminal disease and need every single bit of energy she has to be able to move (like my mom). Or she could have a lot of people make her life even more of a living hell than it may already seem to be for her and drive her to want to take her life, because you know what?! ( Read more... )
There. I said it. I don't normally tell people that unless I really feel I can trust them, but it was eleven years ago, and for as much as I've been through since then, I feel that I've moved on and grown from it. You take an experience like that, and you realize that your problems aren't as bad as you'd think they are. You re-prioritize. It's one of the main reasons why you don't hear me complaining (out loud, anyway) about petty little problems. I'm sure there are people out there with problems a hell of a lot worse than mine, and I can usually deal with my petty problems all on my own. Point is, people waste their time complaining when they can be doing something better, like fixing what's oh-so-wrong so they don't have to complain.
There was really no reason for me to post all of this stuff, but I was kind of resenting what happened and I don't really resent it so much anymore after taking a deeper, harder look at it. After that experience, you really straighten up and fly right. It makes you realize that life is indeed short. So, like I said, don't waste your time complaining, deal with it, and move on: "This, too, shall pass." So, now that I have let a major skeleton in my closet out, I ask you...does this make you think of me any differently? I hope not, because it's just help mold me into the sort of person I am today. And I seriously hope that revealing this secret will not cost me any friends because I would hate for it to do so.
And next time Jenn wants to have a bug up her ass when I work with her (which is tomorrow night), I think I'm going to have to confront her on her little attitude problem. If she doesn't like the job all that much, then just fucking quit and save me a lot of my trouble working my way up. There are other minimum wage jobs out there for you to stress over, much like this one.
I would not have posted that if it hadn't have been for certain coworkers having a bug up their asses (yeah, I know, that was Friday or whatever) and if it hadn't have been for a friend posting something on their LJ that really made me do some thinking and confronting something from my past. I used to really resent it, but not so much anymore because I think--in its own weird way--it's made me into the pretty much well-adjusted person I am today.
So, let's recap. Major pet peeve of mine? People who complain and whine incessantly. Okay, I know Jenn doesn't like working at Blockbuster anymore, and I know she's having problems with her boyfriend, and she's got a rotten attitude, but you know what? I don't really care. Her problems mean nothing to me because she could honestly have it a hell of a lot worse. She could be stricken with a terminal disease and need every single bit of energy she has to be able to move (like my mom). Or she could have a lot of people make her life even more of a living hell than it may already seem to be for her and drive her to want to take her life, because you know what?! ( Read more... )
There. I said it. I don't normally tell people that unless I really feel I can trust them, but it was eleven years ago, and for as much as I've been through since then, I feel that I've moved on and grown from it. You take an experience like that, and you realize that your problems aren't as bad as you'd think they are. You re-prioritize. It's one of the main reasons why you don't hear me complaining (out loud, anyway) about petty little problems. I'm sure there are people out there with problems a hell of a lot worse than mine, and I can usually deal with my petty problems all on my own. Point is, people waste their time complaining when they can be doing something better, like fixing what's oh-so-wrong so they don't have to complain.
There was really no reason for me to post all of this stuff, but I was kind of resenting what happened and I don't really resent it so much anymore after taking a deeper, harder look at it. After that experience, you really straighten up and fly right. It makes you realize that life is indeed short. So, like I said, don't waste your time complaining, deal with it, and move on: "This, too, shall pass." So, now that I have let a major skeleton in my closet out, I ask you...does this make you think of me any differently? I hope not, because it's just help mold me into the sort of person I am today. And I seriously hope that revealing this secret will not cost me any friends because I would hate for it to do so.
And next time Jenn wants to have a bug up her ass when I work with her (which is tomorrow night), I think I'm going to have to confront her on her little attitude problem. If she doesn't like the job all that much, then just fucking quit and save me a lot of my trouble working my way up. There are other minimum wage jobs out there for you to stress over, much like this one.
