Bitch bitch and oh yeah more bitching

To those who know me well, and well those who don't too, know I tend to bitch about whatever is on my mind....and well this is it for right now. As we can see from looking back on this day, my thought tend to bounce and wiggle and swing like a horrible circus ride, so if I tend to do this here you know why.(or maybe you don't know why, but I will get to that in the next post)

I hate it when people think they have the right to tell you what you need. I do not need to be told that it is bad for me to smoke. I do not need for you to tell me that the 12 pack of Mt. Dew I drank today is going to kill me someday. I do not to be told twenty seven times a day that I should eat more veggies and drink more water. Now this does not apply to those I ask for advice from. I am talking about random people who have never meet me and will never know me. If I ask you "Do you think all this Dew and the two packs I smoked today are going to kill me?" then sure, by all means answer away. Give me your theory on what it is doing to my insides, and how it is bad for my kids to see me do it and any other possible theory you want to throw at me. But if I walk in to a gas station to purchase these items and you have never seen me before, than PLEASE keep your opinion to yourself, in your journal, to your family, anywhere but directed at me.

And while we are on the subject of people at gas stations, do they not have friends or does this just happen in the South? I walk in to a gas station and the clerk says "Hey aren't you So-n-so?" and of course I am not that person so I say no. Well this starts a ten minute conversation on who So-n-so is and what they have done (bad or good, it matters not) in their lives. First, I am not So-n-so, second I do not know So-n-so and third I do not need So-n-so's life story (bad or good) to buy my two gallons of gas. Thanks so much!

And one last question....why do people use their flashers to pass people when they  are not suppose to but as soon as they  pass you turn them off? I mean if you had an emergency five seconds ago wouldn't you still have one now? And if I am doing 63 in a 55 and that is just too slow for you, can you not just wait until we reach a passing zone before you go flying by me like a madman? Just wondering if you are putting all our lives in danger for a good reason, or if it just because you have places to go like everyone else?

1:12 PM - 4/6/2005 - post comment