The Things We Think But Do Not Say

(Disclaimer: This is a rage of mine containing choice words and sharp anger. PG-13, at least)

I really hate elitists. Music elitists, movie elitists, clique elitists, sports elitists….all of them.

I hate people with hidden agendas (especially catty women). I sometimes feel like one of the only non-catty women left in the world.

I dislike it when people who say one thing, mean another, and expect you to know the difference.

This is what I have to say about it. Being “cool” is fucking stupid. Being yourself is cool. Being goofy and silly is fun. Being playful and trying to enjoy life is actually a trait to be admired, not looked down upon, you stupid, stupid elitist dumb asses.

Here is my little spiel for all the people who have deservedly ended up on my bad side.

The things I would never say:
1) Drowning your fabricated sorrows in fucking beer does not make you a hero nor a tragic story. The fact that you are a total asshole when you are drinking just makes you an asshole and an alcoholic; and by no means does it make you some kind of genius to be admired or a sad figure to be pitied. You do not paint a poetic figure with your bald red head or your bleary, yellow and vapid eyes. In fact, the continued death of all your brain cells can only serve your fellow humans by hopeful shutting down your verbal trashcan of a mouth for good. You are pathetic and hateful and you deserve the horrible death you have coming to you.

2) As for you; as wrinkles continue to line your freckly skin and age-fat thickens your chin, think of me and my youth. Think of my kindnesses to others and my genuine soul. Because when you eventually realize that your job actually means nothing and is but a fleeting thing on this complicated earth, you may be too old to make up for all the alienating you have done. This will come back to haunt you someday, it always does, and you will have to face yourself in some cold hard reality, knowing that all the backs you broke on your way to the questionable top weren’t worth it. You are not cute anymore and you are not pretty anymore. Now that that phase in your life is over, what do you have left? I am not perfect, but at least I try. You see, I know that beauty and youth is but a speck on the horizon of life, and it lasts for a very short time. What truly matters is in your soul, your heart and ultimately in your legacy. What does yours say about you?

This does seem random, but I don’t think I can explain it…

Well, I got it out at least. I will probably delete this soon, but boy, did that feel GOOD!