Because It's Better To Be Irrational With Me Than Rational With Someone Else

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I Am A Joyful Venting Machine

I am getting frustrated with one of my close friends. I am upset that one of my pets is super sick and lives in pain day to day, so of course being a girl who likes to talk and vent, I vent to my friend. And my friend: I don't get it. If I was in your place, I'd just trash it. I looked at her as if she was joking, she wasn't. I asked if she ever had a pet. Remember, I took care of this dog for a month one time. DOES NOT COUNT. NO! You are NOT entitled to an opinion. If you had never had your OWN pet that you took care of, you are not allowed to have an opinion or give advice. Also, while I'm bitching, get some feelings too! (Last year the grandma I do not get along with was dying, and yet I was still very affected by this, and she said the same thing: I don't get it, you hate her, what's the big deal? WHAT'S THE BIG DEAL?! A HUMAN BEING IS DYING!)

Then she changes the subject to her school problems. I listen. She goes to her boy problems. I listen. For hours.

And while I am bitching, I shall use this moment to be insensitive. I do not care about people's sex lives. I do not want to hear about it (unless it is amusing and will provide me with black-mail-worthy material). I realize that people have sex, tons of it, or none; I realize we live in some perverse world. I don't claim to be a saint or moral or what not, but I still do not care to hear about your sex lives. It's your business. That being said, this douchebag that my friend started crushing on after talking to him only once, was obviously flirting with me right in front of her. I was obviously not interested (he bored me to hell and back, that's one; and two: not my territory, my friend's) and yet he still flirted. Then day later she slept with him. It's been over a week or two now, and he hasn't said a word to her, but yet makes every effort to scream "HIIIII" to me from mile away. Suddenly, she is upset because he is going out with his roommie (who happens to be female and our friend) to a bar. OMG! ARE WE IN HIGH SCHOOL?! WE ARE WORKING TOWARDS OUR PHD! WE SHOULD NOT BE AFFECTED BY SHIT LIKE THIS. I SHOULD NOT HAVE TO LISTEN FOR HOURS HOW THIS BAR THING WILL TURN OUT INTO SOMETHING DEEP AND MEANINGFUL. Oh I know you're upset, i know you're saying you're not, but it obviously upset you, oh there there, but see, this bar outting is just possibly this, outting... with a roommie... who happens to be our friend... whatever, look a squirrel!

People tire me out.

"You are EXTREMELY patient. It amazes me every day." The boss says. My cell goes wild. I silence it.
I stand there patiently. "No. It's just a front. Inside, I rip people's heads off." My cell continues to go wild. I click some buttons.
"You're popular."
"Yea, people are masochists at heart."
My boss doesn't want me to graduate, 'cause I provide him will all the joy i can muster.

11:55 p.m. - July 01, 2010

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