June 4th 2017

Sedated and irritated. in Misanthropic Rants.

•  June 4, 2017, 11:07 p.m.
 
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This is a vent, and it’s about people here. So know that if you side with the objects of my hatred, your opinion is automatically moot. I give no validation or value whatsoever to people who don’t care for me. (Aka: the vast majority of my sorry species.)

I’m on propanolol, diphenhydramine, and melatonin; and I came here to relax before going to sleep. Now I have to find something else to distract me from the crap that some people deem public diary worthy.

Does it never occur to people that detailed descriptions of dying and/or horrifically injured animals might REALLY upset some people? Sure, it’s your diary,talk about whatever you want. But I’m here to tell you that if you said those words in real life, in a situation where you know that anybody can hear you, and has just as much a right to express themselves as you do, I’d call you a vacuous twat!.

You have a right to be an idiot. And I have a right to point out that you’re an idiot.

I’ve had at least four cats, continuously, since 1997. That means I’ve seen a whole lot of cats die. And every. single. time. I have a meltdown, bang my head on the wall, and saw on my arms with whatever is handy.

But sure, tell me in great detail about your sick cat whose about to die. Don’t, you know, make a touchy entry like that friends-only, or private, or bother to maybe f!@#ing reword it so as to not paint such a full color picture of the futility of bothering to get attached to anything.

And that other creature, with just a grotesque eyeball as an avatar, giving everybody a bloody scene of mortality that Dean Koontz would be proud of.

You know what? I’m glad you’re “crying”. You deserve to cry, if you’re that f!@#ing idiotic. Who the hell doesn’t see a TOAD and kills it slowly with their boot heel? Were you drunk? High? Texting while walking? In a delusional schizophrenic haze? Or just, as I suspect, incredibly f!@#ing oblivious to your own surroundings?

I don’t know, and I don’t care. Both blocked. And may they pray they never meet anyone like me in real life, because I have no filter, no fuse, and precious little empathy to afford to spare any for wastes of air like them. - And I mean that literally, as in suffocation would only be fitting.