My insults are criticisms. They’re truths. They’re not nice, but the number of times I walk past people who aren’t nice to others, and I compliment them, and act all nice, yeah: I’m not just some kindred, naive soul. When people piss me off, I point out every flaw they have and make them feel like shit. But I don’t regret it. Too often people get all upset that people call them names. Sometimes what people tell you is the truth. Not always. But sometimes. When I’m insulted, I think about what people call me, and try to change that about myself so people don’t get as annoyed by me. I’m not accommodating others. I’m changing myself because when I actually think about it, I don’t like those parts of myself either. If others would do the same, maybe I wouldn’t yell back at them when they get pissed off.
To that end: I get pissed off when people are all mopey cause someone insulted them based on something they can change.
Overweight people. If you got overweight cause you were depressed: alright, that’s totally legitimate. But if you don’t like getting insulted by insensitive teenagers who don’t give a shit about who you are, what your story is, or how you feel about what they say: maybe you should consider losing weight. It’s not like its a disease. If you’re not crippled or morbidly obese, you don’t have an excuse. It’ll be hard, but you’ll be better than everyone who ever thought about putting you down.
Being called a slut: in an ambiguous reference to a specific associate of mine…you tell me that people spread rumors about you sleeping with some guy. Okay, well, if I actually knew that you’re not a committed type of person, and that you go around from guy to guy because it suits you better: you’re prone to being called a slut. Sure, you’re protecting your own interests, but they’re not wrong for calling you a slut. You’re in the wrong for betraying people who trusted you and gave their emotions to you. And you try and make out these decent girls as gossip whores. They’re actually nice, and not as selfish as you are. Next time you come to me with your problems, I’m not going to favor you unless someone treated you poorly first.
Don’t really know where this is going anymore…so, /end rant.
This is a random post that most of you probably won’t read the entirety of, but my angst needed an outlet today. Haven’t written in a while. :3