Hate is a strong word. Probably too strong, but it was a cuter title than, say, "Ten Things About Someone Id Rather Not Name Who Really Pissed Me Off Today" , and evn that wouldn't be accurate because, lets face it, it's a toxic frendship. It's like dioxin, injected straight into your psyche, leaving survivors scarred and wary. And I need to vent.
1) You're a cashed up bogan.
Sure, you can buy stuff. Big deal. It's stuff. Sure, it cost some amount of money or another, but that doesnt mean it has any value. Having so much stuff reduces the real, intrinsic value of any individual item. Having so much stuff makes it all a bit disposable. Sure, your car is newer than mine, and going, I'll give you that, but that doesnt make it a better car. My car will get repaired when I get the parts, and as I drive a twenty six year old mercedes, its going to take a few days. Like when your car needed serviced and it was inconvenient. And buying stuff doesnt mean you can, or should, e rude to the staff in the shops and other places of business. They are people, they have families, and lives beyond serving you.
2) You're a bigot.
You're a bigot. There's no other way to describe it. You're against immigrants, Muslims, Christians (of all denominations), single mothers, homosexuals, teenagers, P-platers, dole bludgers, anorexics, over weight people, black people, Asian people, people aren't the same shade of white as you. You hate the people here, the people there, you hate the people everywhere
3) You Lie
All the time. To everyone. I don't believe it, but I worry that you do.
4) Youre a time thief.
You can't expect me to be available for an hour long chat three times a day. On your day off, I am not obligated to do anything. There is no reason why your day off should affect me at all, but I hope you enjoy it. Without me, at least occasionally
5) You'll never read this.
I'm confident on that one. Just like you don't come to my wrestling shows. So this was a perfectly safe excersise.
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