6-27-17
Today in bimbos who need a reality check: in People suck. Cats are awesome. Dogs are alright.
- June 27, 2017, 8:35 a.m.
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Firstly, I don’t see how this could be construed as an “attack” on anyone, since I don’t mention who it is. At one point I quote her, because it’s relevant, but that’s it. So if my venting is too inflammatory, I’ll just stop coming here, because venting is what I created this blog thing for. I copy everything to Blogger too, so I can shut this down at any time. - I’m well used to getting run out of places, this would hardly be the first. And there’s a reason the Prosebox Facebook page has less than 10k “likes”. With that out of the way:
So I just blocked another person here, because her constant complaining about nothing finally became unbearable. If this were facebook, I would’ve said something first, but since the vastly inferior blocking system here deletes everything you said to a person, that was pointless, so I’m putting what I would’ve said here, instead.
Enjoy.
So, your boyfriend either dumped or cheated you?
I mean yeah, that’s rough, but I literally lost everything I put in storage, including my father’s ashes and photos, walked miles every day for months for a twenty hour a week job, (on four hours sleep), lived without power every spring for years, and ate cold canned goods. You haven’t even begun to see the depths of despair.
Believe me when I say that losing your boyfriend isn’t as bad as it gets. Everybody loses a partner to infidelity, incompatibility, or death, at some point. It’s just part of the human experience. Except for those few who meet their eventual life-long spouses in high school and never separate, but that’s a very rare thing.
I mean sure, losing a loved one or being dumped is harsh; but to treat it as if you “walked through hell”? - Uh, no. You walked through something that nearly every human being who has ever lived, or ever will, has gone through.
I call bullshit.
It’s called “life”.
So what happens when you hit forty five, and your boobs are getting saggy, and your physiology changes, and suddenly, maintaining that figure starts to require more work? Wil you fall into a horrible depression because you’re aging?
Or what if, dear gods forbid, an older family member you really care about dies from some perfectly predictable cause, like a stroke or a heart attack? Will it take you to the very brink of suicide?
Give me a freaking break.
Maybe if I hadn’t really seen hell I’d be more understanding.
But until you walk yourself three miles to the emergency room, with pneumonia, so you can get a doctor’s note, so you can keep a shitty part time job where you’re bullied every day, only to have to kiss the ass of some raving cunt you’re staying with because you’re homeless and she expects you to work NO MATTER WHAT, don’t talk to me about “hell”. (Said cunt originally said she’d drive me to work, but she stopped after a few times, because she didn’t think I was acting “grateful” enough or something. Screw her.)
Have you walked three and a half miles to a bus stop then ridden two busses for another forty five minutes, (each way!), in sub zero temperatures, on four hours sleep, just to get back and forth to a job you hate? (I got pneumonia, but nobody cared enough to even take me to the hospital.)
Lived in an unheated van and eaten cold canned goods through the winter because your family wouldn’t let you sleep indoors, (“There’s no room”, my aunt said), or heat your food, or even plug in a heat blanket, (“It’s a fire hazard”)? - And better yet, I called my mom back then, and she said “I don’t know what you think I could’ve done for you”.
Worked at such a crappy job, because it was the only thing within walking distance, and NO ONE would give you ride anywhere else, that every spring they turned off your power for a few months while you saved up the money to get it back on? (Because I ran up such a bill heating my house, and twenty hours a week wouldn’t cover it, and I couldn’t very well get a car. - I lived like that for FOUR YEARS.)
DON’T TALK TO ME ABOUT “Hell”.
People underestimate how important friends and family are. Take them out of the picture, so a person has nobody, and things get pretty hellish, pretty fast.
So whoopty doo, you lost your boyfriend. Color me unsympathetic.
The coffee maker calls. Places to go, people to irritate.
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