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I hate people.
More specifically, I hate people in groups. Everyone seems like perfectly nice, considerate people when you get them on their own. I guess its because they have no-one to show off to, not much of a reputation to live up to. Might be because they can't retreat into the safety of a mob. Whatever, people change so completely when there are more than 3 of you talking at once. I hate people.
I mean Jebus, I'm not exactly the best person in the world, I can't deny that I'm the same person when surrounded by friends. but I swear I don't do what they do. I can't do. I don't see how I could allow myself to.
This new found realization was bought on because of the pretty nasty week I've just had. The story, which I shall describe briefly, started last Friday. I fancy girl - not 'deep meaningful love', I just like her. I'm a teenage boy, I'm allowed. Heh - regular readers might know her as 'Skoda'.
I have nothing to do on a Friday. I realize I have a free house. I mention this to girl. Girl comes over. We watch Fight Club and drink shots. We talk like drunk teenagers do - all stupid paranoias and stuff all let out because of alcohol. I do this a lot, usually with my (and I stress this word) *kinda* girlfriend. Me and *kinda* girlfriend tend to tape our conversations.
So I ask he, and we tape this one as well.
We're drunk, we're teenagers, we're fancy each other. Stuff happens. Tape is turned off before stuff happens.
Get to school on Monday - somehow, people know what happened, and they also know a tape recorder was involved. I blame a girl called Anna, who is not Skoda. But I forgive her.
Rumour spreads like smallpox. Urine is utterly ripped from me by the people I'd expect to, and a few who I wouldn't. It's a bit disconcerting, but in the end I'm not bothered - after all, I pulled Friday, they didn't. I'm not ashamed, nor is she, so its all OK. I also know that its just going to make me even more satisfied when some of these people hand me my burger in 10 years time.
But the thing is, rumour has evolved into 'u had sex with sum1 and u taped it', as someone reliably informed me.
Eh?
No I didn't.
I didn't say I did. Nor did she. Because we didn't. Stupid, stupid moron people just get hold of this stuff and they just spread it with NO CONSIDERATION for the consequences. But the sad thing is, so do not-stupid people that I would consider friends.
Where, exactly, do people get off? Are they so short sighted that they cannot understand that rumours ARE NOT NICE FOR THOSE THEY ARE ABOUT? Can they not comprehend that what is a minutes fun for them is crippling and agonizing for somebody else? Do they have no judgement? Can they not understand that, after all, IT IS NOTHING TO DO WITH THEM AT ALL?
The real biting thing, the thing that has hurt the most is that, in the one time I needed someone to fall back on, there wasn't really anyone there. I have lots of friends, I have a few very good close friends. But, perhaps by accident, none of them were actually there so I'm resorting to shouting at internet people.
I hate people. I really, really do. The worst thing about the moon landing is that it showed that there wasn't much on the dark side of the moon. Which is nasty, because otherwise I could hope that the rest of my species had gone to live there and accidentally left me behind. I hope they pick me up soon.
More specifically, I hate people in groups. Everyone seems like perfectly nice, considerate people when you get them on their own. I guess its because they have no-one to show off to, not much of a reputation to live up to. Might be because they can't retreat into the safety of a mob. Whatever, people change so completely when there are more than 3 of you talking at once. I hate people.
I mean Jebus, I'm not exactly the best person in the world, I can't deny that I'm the same person when surrounded by friends. but I swear I don't do what they do. I can't do. I don't see how I could allow myself to.
This new found realization was bought on because of the pretty nasty week I've just had. The story, which I shall describe briefly, started last Friday. I fancy girl - not 'deep meaningful love', I just like her. I'm a teenage boy, I'm allowed. Heh - regular readers might know her as 'Skoda'.
I have nothing to do on a Friday. I realize I have a free house. I mention this to girl. Girl comes over. We watch Fight Club and drink shots. We talk like drunk teenagers do - all stupid paranoias and stuff all let out because of alcohol. I do this a lot, usually with my (and I stress this word) *kinda* girlfriend. Me and *kinda* girlfriend tend to tape our conversations.
So I ask he, and we tape this one as well.
We're drunk, we're teenagers, we're fancy each other. Stuff happens. Tape is turned off before stuff happens.
Get to school on Monday - somehow, people know what happened, and they also know a tape recorder was involved. I blame a girl called Anna, who is not Skoda. But I forgive her.
Rumour spreads like smallpox. Urine is utterly ripped from me by the people I'd expect to, and a few who I wouldn't. It's a bit disconcerting, but in the end I'm not bothered - after all, I pulled Friday, they didn't. I'm not ashamed, nor is she, so its all OK. I also know that its just going to make me even more satisfied when some of these people hand me my burger in 10 years time.
But the thing is, rumour has evolved into 'u had sex with sum1 and u taped it', as someone reliably informed me.
Eh?
No I didn't.
I didn't say I did. Nor did she. Because we didn't. Stupid, stupid moron people just get hold of this stuff and they just spread it with NO CONSIDERATION for the consequences. But the sad thing is, so do not-stupid people that I would consider friends.
Where, exactly, do people get off? Are they so short sighted that they cannot understand that rumours ARE NOT NICE FOR THOSE THEY ARE ABOUT? Can they not comprehend that what is a minutes fun for them is crippling and agonizing for somebody else? Do they have no judgement? Can they not understand that, after all, IT IS NOTHING TO DO WITH THEM AT ALL?
The real biting thing, the thing that has hurt the most is that, in the one time I needed someone to fall back on, there wasn't really anyone there. I have lots of friends, I have a few very good close friends. But, perhaps by accident, none of them were actually there so I'm resorting to shouting at internet people.
I hate people. I really, really do. The worst thing about the moon landing is that it showed that there wasn't much on the dark side of the moon. Which is nasty, because otherwise I could hope that the rest of my species had gone to live there and accidentally left me behind. I hope they pick me up soon.
Just concentrate on the fact that you're not going to be at school forever, and that college/Uni is not anything like school (thankfully - well in my experience anyway), and the fact that many of these sad gits will be stuck in dead end jobs for most of their lives, I regularly see quite a few people I knew at school, like yesterday one was caught, in the store I work part time in, shop lifting :) And one works at McDonalds...ha ha :) And another died - drugs, and a fair few are residing at her majesty's pleasure..and even more are part of the loser push chair brigade.
Yes my year totally sucked at school. 20 out of 120 actually stayed on for A Levels.
~~Belldandy~~
Yes my year totally sucked at school. 20 out of 120 actually stayed on for A Levels.
~~Belldandy~~
I'm no one special, but sometimes I do marvel at the ignorance and pure...evil of some - people, especially my age. I don't mind people taking the p!ss, I do it myself, to people I know anyway. But some guys I see at my school are just out there to be nice to a small group of friends, and utterly hurt everyone else, physically and mentally.
It must be really hard for you mate, and to be honest this is why I can't wait till I'm in my twenties...when I can choose to get away from people like that.
Try your best to ignore them, and get through it mate, whichever way you think is best.
It must be really hard for you mate, and to be honest this is why I can't wait till I'm in my twenties...when I can choose to get away from people like that.
Try your best to ignore them, and get through it mate, whichever way you think is best.
I hate people.
More specifically, I hate people in groups. Everyone seems like perfectly nice, considerate people when you get them on their own. I guess its because they have no-one to show off to, not much of a reputation to live up to. Might be because they can't retreat into the safety of a mob. Whatever, people change so completely when there are more than 3 of you talking at once. I hate people.
I mean Jebus, I'm not exactly the best person in the world, I can't deny that I'm the same person when surrounded by friends. but I swear I don't do what they do. I can't do. I don't see how I could allow myself to.
This new found realization was bought on because of the pretty nasty week I've just had. The story, which I shall describe briefly, started last Friday. I fancy girl - not 'deep meaningful love', I just like her. I'm a teenage boy, I'm allowed. Heh - regular readers might know her as 'Skoda'.
I have nothing to do on a Friday. I realize I have a free house. I mention this to girl. Girl comes over. We watch Fight Club and drink shots. We talk like drunk teenagers do - all stupid paranoias and stuff all let out because of alcohol. I do this a lot, usually with my (and I stress this word) *kinda* girlfriend. Me and *kinda* girlfriend tend to tape our conversations.
So I ask he, and we tape this one as well.
We're drunk, we're teenagers, we're fancy each other. Stuff happens. Tape is turned off before stuff happens.
Get to school on Monday - somehow, people know what happened, and they also know a tape recorder was involved. I blame a girl called Anna, who is not Skoda. But I forgive her.
Rumour spreads like smallpox. Urine is utterly ripped from me by the people I'd expect to, and a few who I wouldn't. It's a bit disconcerting, but in the end I'm not bothered - after all, I pulled Friday, they didn't. I'm not ashamed, nor is she, so its all OK. I also know that its just going to make me even more satisfied when some of these people hand me my burger in 10 years time.
But the thing is, rumour has evolved into 'u had sex with sum1 and u taped it', as someone reliably informed me.
Eh?
No I didn't.
I didn't say I did. Nor did she. Because we didn't. Stupid, stupid moron people just get hold of this stuff and they just spread it with NO CONSIDERATION for the consequences. But the sad thing is, so do not-stupid people that I would consider friends.
Where, exactly, do people get off? Are they so short sighted that they cannot understand that rumours ARE NOT NICE FOR THOSE THEY ARE ABOUT? Can they not comprehend that what is a minutes fun for them is crippling and agonizing for somebody else? Do they have no judgement? Can they not understand that, after all, IT IS NOTHING TO DO WITH THEM AT ALL?
The real biting thing, the thing that has hurt the most is that, in the one time I needed someone to fall back on, there wasn't really anyone there. I have lots of friends, I have a few very good close friends. But, perhaps by accident, none of them were actually there so I'm resorting to shouting at internet people.
I hate people. I really, really do. The worst thing about the moon landing is that it showed that there wasn't much on the dark side of the moon. Which is nasty, because otherwise I could hope that the rest of my species had gone to live there and accidentally left me behind. I hope they pick me up soon.
More specifically, I hate people in groups. Everyone seems like perfectly nice, considerate people when you get them on their own. I guess its because they have no-one to show off to, not much of a reputation to live up to. Might be because they can't retreat into the safety of a mob. Whatever, people change so completely when there are more than 3 of you talking at once. I hate people.
I mean Jebus, I'm not exactly the best person in the world, I can't deny that I'm the same person when surrounded by friends. but I swear I don't do what they do. I can't do. I don't see how I could allow myself to.
This new found realization was bought on because of the pretty nasty week I've just had. The story, which I shall describe briefly, started last Friday. I fancy girl - not 'deep meaningful love', I just like her. I'm a teenage boy, I'm allowed. Heh - regular readers might know her as 'Skoda'.
I have nothing to do on a Friday. I realize I have a free house. I mention this to girl. Girl comes over. We watch Fight Club and drink shots. We talk like drunk teenagers do - all stupid paranoias and stuff all let out because of alcohol. I do this a lot, usually with my (and I stress this word) *kinda* girlfriend. Me and *kinda* girlfriend tend to tape our conversations.
So I ask he, and we tape this one as well.
We're drunk, we're teenagers, we're fancy each other. Stuff happens. Tape is turned off before stuff happens.
Get to school on Monday - somehow, people know what happened, and they also know a tape recorder was involved. I blame a girl called Anna, who is not Skoda. But I forgive her.
Rumour spreads like smallpox. Urine is utterly ripped from me by the people I'd expect to, and a few who I wouldn't. It's a bit disconcerting, but in the end I'm not bothered - after all, I pulled Friday, they didn't. I'm not ashamed, nor is she, so its all OK. I also know that its just going to make me even more satisfied when some of these people hand me my burger in 10 years time.
But the thing is, rumour has evolved into 'u had sex with sum1 and u taped it', as someone reliably informed me.
Eh?
No I didn't.
I didn't say I did. Nor did she. Because we didn't. Stupid, stupid moron people just get hold of this stuff and they just spread it with NO CONSIDERATION for the consequences. But the sad thing is, so do not-stupid people that I would consider friends.
Where, exactly, do people get off? Are they so short sighted that they cannot understand that rumours ARE NOT NICE FOR THOSE THEY ARE ABOUT? Can they not comprehend that what is a minutes fun for them is crippling and agonizing for somebody else? Do they have no judgement? Can they not understand that, after all, IT IS NOTHING TO DO WITH THEM AT ALL?
The real biting thing, the thing that has hurt the most is that, in the one time I needed someone to fall back on, there wasn't really anyone there. I have lots of friends, I have a few very good close friends. But, perhaps by accident, none of them were actually there so I'm resorting to shouting at internet people.
I hate people. I really, really do. The worst thing about the moon landing is that it showed that there wasn't much on the dark side of the moon. Which is nasty, because otherwise I could hope that the rest of my species had gone to live there and accidentally left me behind. I hope they pick me up soon.