So I went to the mall earlier, and a girl screamed in my face while I was standing outside waiting for my ride. She walked right by me, and she was cute. She had short blonde hair in two braids, I mean, she was CUTE. But, I'm never going to really want to date again, so whatever. Anyway, she walked right by me with her friend, looked at me in the face, and did some sort of bat skreetch. Afterwards, she came running back and said she was just having fun, smiled, and then ran off.
I thought about this today:
For the past month and a half, I've lost all ambition, all drive, everything, to do ANYTHING. I mean, no kid wants to get up and go to school, but now I REALLY don't care. I used to believe that maybe it'd be good for me in the long run. It won't. I also used to believe that having friends is important. I'm starting to disprove that theory to myself as well, considering all my "friends" disappear when I need someone to talk to, but are CONVENIENTLY around when THEY have issues to talk about. And as for family, F*CK THEM.
Here's a list of things you're told when you're a kid that you come to find out later are wrong, or just plain stupid:
There are people who say they KNOW FOR A FACT that if Barrack Obama, or McCain is elected president, they will be bad. First off, if you’re under 18, you can’t even vote, so shut up. You can discuss politics, but not to the point where you’re able to make THAT big an assumption. And BTW, the word “assumption” leads me to my second reason. That’s ALL it is, is an assumption! You can’t KNOW FOR A FACT if they’ll be a bad president because you can’t see into the future, and you won’t know for a FACT because it hasn’t happened yet! Once it happens, and they turn out to be bad, then yes, you will indeed….KNOW FOR A FACT. Otherwise, there’s nothing but false evidence, and that’s using the word evidence lightly, to prove your THEORY. Not a fact. Kinda like evolution. If it’s a fact, why is it called a THEORY? Think this sh*t through before you speak. m@rk
They tell us that in the bible, it says God gave us free will, but then we have the 10 Commandments, which are rules we’re supposed to follow. Um….WHAT? Why are we given free will if we can’t really USE it fully? I just don’t get that part of it. And another commandment question is that there’s a commandment that tells us to honor thy father and mother. How dare God say that when he sent his SON TO DIE! God doesn’t deserve “honor”, nor does he deserve “respect” from Jesus. Doesn’t make any sense to me, and yet people fail to be able to see the logic. They say people have trouble seeing the blurred line between fantasy and reality when they read “Harry Potter”. I think the same can be said about the bible. m@rk
So, I went to dinner at Original Joes last night, and at the end of the meal, they bring a receipt. The receipt tells you how much everything you ordered is going to cost you, and you have to slip your card into the little black book with the receipt, so they can charge your card and make sure you have the money to pay for it. Basically, in logic terms, they are asking you if you are willing to pay 45 dollars for the meal you just ate. So next time I eat out, and they say, “Your meal costs 45 dollars”, I’m going to retort with, “I don’t like that number, let’s say 43.” I’m going to haggle with them to get the cost down. It’s also the idea of, what’re they gonna do? Throw you out? Ya already ate! “Sir, we’d like our meal back if you don’t pay.” “You’d have to wait about 3 days. In fact, I’ll doggy bag it for you, leave it on your porch, and I’ll even set it on fire, ya know, to COOK it. You can put it out with your foot.” Restaurants seriously need to reconsider their payment issues. Otherwise, how will I ever learn to be a hobo and dine and dash? m@rk
Having kids is a BAD idea. But let me explain. My stance on children is this: I want none. I have enough of my own personal issues to deal with, it would just be cruel to bring a child into this world, a child who I may neglect because of my own issues, and a child who may not want to be alive anyway…hey, they don’t ASK to be born, okay? Hooray for run on sentences. Anyway, I don’t want kids, and besides, it seems wrong to bring a kid into this world, look around and see how f*cked up it is already, I mean, come ON! BUT, I think some people have to be parents to show their parents that they are better parents. It’s a control issue thing. They have to prove to the people who did such a sh*tty job of raising THEM that they can do a better job, egotistical, am I right? Some people only had kids in order to (my aunt did this) have someone to take care of them when they get older and feeble. Her mind’s already gone that way. Again, how cruel can you GET? Some people beat their children, even adopted ones, which I don’t get. If you adopted something to give it a better home, why would you BEAT IT?! Ugh. Nothing has really made sense in the past month or so, since about may 8th. But whatever. I’m done talking to parents, about parents, and just having kids is a bad idea unless you’re going to treat them with RESPECT. Parents complain about how their kids don’t respect them…well maybe if you respected your KID….ya never know. They always say, “treat others how YOU would like to be treated.” They preach crap they NEVER follow. Also, I think I’m about a tear and a half away from a nervous breakdown. As this post may clearly show. But it doesn’t matter. Parents are what drove me to it. I mean, for gods sakes, my own step-father makes me wanna kill myself. How good of parenting is THAT?! Parents: Practice what you preach Kids: Be a little more mature Everyone Else: Sod off m@rk
So, I was just signing up for a new yahoo mail account to use for a project, and when it came time to apply for a password, this is what it told me: Cannot include your name, ID, or the word “password” Who the hell would use the word “password” as their password? It’s SO obvious. It’s like using “access code” for something that needs an access code. I just don’t think it’s a good idea to use that. Let alone the others either, especially your name. Gee, I wonder what markwiland@yahoo’s password is? Hmmm….TRY HIS NAME! Again, WAY too obvious, it should be something that nobody would EVER think about trying. Like “ihavegenitaherpes”. Just something totally out there and not right. Something you’d never tell anyone, because of the shame it may cause you, like, “iliketolickcatbutts” or something. Or “ihavearashonmylefttesticle”. Ya know, I feel that we can stop here. They’re only going to get worse if I continue. m@rk
I don’t like talking to people face to face. Certain things are usually required of you when you speak to people face to face. Such as, looking them straight in the eyes. It’s considered polite. Most of the people (students, teachers, people on the street) that I’ve talked to (excluding friends & what not), are FU*KIN’ UGLY. I don’t wanna look at them! And what if they have some sort of deformity, like they’ve only got one nostril, you’re not gonna look them in the eye, you’re gonna spend the entire time staring at that asshole’s nose, saying to yourself, “WHERE THE FU*K IS THIS GUY’S NOSTRIL?!” This is why I like talking to people online. No face to face, and even in chats, you can ignore what someone says for like, 15 minutes, do something completely different, and then come back and keep talking. Where they gonna go? They have as little a life as YOU do! Probably even LESS of a life, ’cause they actually WAITED for you! Or, if you get bored of the conversation, you can jerk off. And leave little hints so they can try and find out what you’re doing. Some chats put what song you’re listening to when you’re talking to someone. So when you jerk off, play the song “Jerk it out”. Just to mess with ‘em. But because we don’t have face to face through a computer, some jackhole decided to make video chat. And the term INTERFACE. Just to make us hermits even MORE miserable, right? Two things are wrong with vid chat: 1. You feel like a loser if you don’t have it, why don’t you have all the new stuff they have? You’re not good enough? 2. You can’t say no, and if you SAY no, you feel like an asshole, and you could be trapped there for as long a time as a FACE TO FACE CONVO! I tell ya, I’d rather just not talk to people AT ALL. But that can’t happen. Who would I make fun of? I’d be out of a job. m@rk
