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I've never been the most 'happy-go-lucky' guy in the world. Indeed, since my mid teens (notably since I began to slowly integrate myself into the workforce) my opinion of life on earth has fallen consistently. In truth, it still continues to fall, every time I watch/read the news, something is announced that makes me either shake my head or makes my blood boil.
I've come to realise that I have almost no patience for other people's stupidity or lack of judgement, regardless of the fact that I'm fully prepared to acknowledge that I'm far from perfect myself. It was, however, probably only about 2 or three years ago that I was first labelled as 'cynical'. This was mainly because I had started to refuse to believe that anything could happen theway it was supposed to. Perhaps this is something to do with the company I work for, which certainly hasn't helped matters. You can't get anything simple done without wading through a swamp of suffocating red-tape, and even the most rudimentary changes require obscene lengths of time, and incur ridiculous costs. ase in hand being the recent "desk move" at work, where people were being shifted to sit closer to the rest of their teams. All you have to do is move a few PCs between desks. Cost quoted? £9,000. Que?
So basically, I have this terrible problem whereby I find my head in my hands several times a day as nothing ever goes right, or my predictions that something will go wrong are proved correct. It's often said that cynicism is a form of realism, because cynics are so often correct. I find it difficult to refute such a claim.
Perhaps I'm just a gloomy bar steward, though, as my negative approach to the world stretches far beyond a total and utter refusal to believe that people can do anything correctly. Indeed, I have a tendency to despise pretty much most things that people do. I'm the kind of person that gets angry walking through a crowd of people that happens to include "dawdlers". You know the sort, walk along at snail pace and randomly stop every now and then, particularly when you're walking behind them. I get angry watching things like "Most Haunted", because I know that every time one of the gibbering morons on screen screams "Muh! Something touched my arm!" there are two million people gasping in awe at the paranormal activity they have been blessed enough to witness. I get angry when I see shoddy, cheap products, not only because I think they are mostly disgraceful rip-offs that fall apart and fail to work, but also because I know that so many people are stupid anough to buy them anyway.
I get angry, irritated and cynical more times a day than the old myth regarding the number of times men are supposed to think about sex. So while 'ordinary' people are thinking about the blond that sits yay far from them at school/in the office, I'm thinking how repugnantly ignorant the vast majority of people littering the country allow themselves to be represented as being, regardless of whether or not they indeed are that stupid.
I hate watching the news, and indeed often don't bother, because all i see is idiots. I can't even bring myself to read the science and tech news areas on the BBc website anymore, as it seems to be over-run with Loughborough University timewasters somehow being funded to find out how to make the perfect cup of tea, what makes biscuits break in their packaging (!) and even the different shopping "tactics" employed by men and women (and also coming to completely the wrong conclusons given the evidence they found). Who cares? More to the point, who would pay to have someone funded through their PhD looking into such superfluous and moronic toss.
So, perhaps I'm just a moody, choleric misanthropist, hating everyone for not being as good as humanity should have been. Sneering at history's ignorance and mocking contemporary indecisive wastefulness while occasionally looking to a bleak future filled with broken promises and yet more utter folly. Or perhaps there is some basis to my outlook. As I say, I'm far too often proved right where I would be far happier being proved otherwise.
There is little I can personlly achieve to fight the growing trend of fatuous nonsense, and so I sit here slapping my head and shaking my fist, becoming more bitter and hateful by the day.
I woud write more, this anger must be vented to keep me stable, otherwise it will become depressing, as it has done in the past, and I will choke on the hopeless vision I have garnered from 24 very long years living among humans that, for the most part, are happy to see potential remain just that, and realise nothing. But I shall not write any more. I'm going to assume that most people reading this stopped reading it way back up there, and scrolled quickly down here to read my final words in this post. Those people will now read this, blush, scroll up again, read a little more before giving up and going on to read something else.
No?
Prove me wrong.
I've come to realise that I have almost no patience for other people's stupidity or lack of judgement, regardless of the fact that I'm fully prepared to acknowledge that I'm far from perfect myself. It was, however, probably only about 2 or three years ago that I was first labelled as 'cynical'. This was mainly because I had started to refuse to believe that anything could happen theway it was supposed to. Perhaps this is something to do with the company I work for, which certainly hasn't helped matters. You can't get anything simple done without wading through a swamp of suffocating red-tape, and even the most rudimentary changes require obscene lengths of time, and incur ridiculous costs. ase in hand being the recent "desk move" at work, where people were being shifted to sit closer to the rest of their teams. All you have to do is move a few PCs between desks. Cost quoted? £9,000. Que?
So basically, I have this terrible problem whereby I find my head in my hands several times a day as nothing ever goes right, or my predictions that something will go wrong are proved correct. It's often said that cynicism is a form of realism, because cynics are so often correct. I find it difficult to refute such a claim.
Perhaps I'm just a gloomy bar steward, though, as my negative approach to the world stretches far beyond a total and utter refusal to believe that people can do anything correctly. Indeed, I have a tendency to despise pretty much most things that people do. I'm the kind of person that gets angry walking through a crowd of people that happens to include "dawdlers". You know the sort, walk along at snail pace and randomly stop every now and then, particularly when you're walking behind them. I get angry watching things like "Most Haunted", because I know that every time one of the gibbering morons on screen screams "Muh! Something touched my arm!" there are two million people gasping in awe at the paranormal activity they have been blessed enough to witness. I get angry when I see shoddy, cheap products, not only because I think they are mostly disgraceful rip-offs that fall apart and fail to work, but also because I know that so many people are stupid anough to buy them anyway.
I get angry, irritated and cynical more times a day than the old myth regarding the number of times men are supposed to think about sex. So while 'ordinary' people are thinking about the blond that sits yay far from them at school/in the office, I'm thinking how repugnantly ignorant the vast majority of people littering the country allow themselves to be represented as being, regardless of whether or not they indeed are that stupid.
I hate watching the news, and indeed often don't bother, because all i see is idiots. I can't even bring myself to read the science and tech news areas on the BBc website anymore, as it seems to be over-run with Loughborough University timewasters somehow being funded to find out how to make the perfect cup of tea, what makes biscuits break in their packaging (!) and even the different shopping "tactics" employed by men and women (and also coming to completely the wrong conclusons given the evidence they found). Who cares? More to the point, who would pay to have someone funded through their PhD looking into such superfluous and moronic toss.
So, perhaps I'm just a moody, choleric misanthropist, hating everyone for not being as good as humanity should have been. Sneering at history's ignorance and mocking contemporary indecisive wastefulness while occasionally looking to a bleak future filled with broken promises and yet more utter folly. Or perhaps there is some basis to my outlook. As I say, I'm far too often proved right where I would be far happier being proved otherwise.
There is little I can personlly achieve to fight the growing trend of fatuous nonsense, and so I sit here slapping my head and shaking my fist, becoming more bitter and hateful by the day.
I woud write more, this anger must be vented to keep me stable, otherwise it will become depressing, as it has done in the past, and I will choke on the hopeless vision I have garnered from 24 very long years living among humans that, for the most part, are happy to see potential remain just that, and realise nothing. But I shall not write any more. I'm going to assume that most people reading this stopped reading it way back up there, and scrolled quickly down here to read my final words in this post. Those people will now read this, blush, scroll up again, read a little more before giving up and going on to read something else.
No?
Prove me wrong.
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I agree with everything Ms V said, but I am not a tw@t. I dance, but I'm not a [email protected]...
Ha ha! Loved that - someone on my wavelength. I am a cynical, intolerant b!tch, can't handle stoopid people(most of those i work with), can't stand people who just stop while walking for no apparent reason, can't stand people who don't use indicators (it's just a simple stick!), can't stand the people I see in clubs (as part of my job)who think they're the bee's knees when in fact they're permatanned tw@ts.
What can you do?
Give me more....!
What can you do?
Give me more....!
Ha ha! Loved that - someone on my wavelength. I am a cynical, intolerant b!tch, can't handle stoopid people(most of those i work with), can't stand people who just stop while walking for no apparent reason, can't stand people who don't use indicators (it's just a simple stick!), can't stand the people I see in clubs (as part of my job)who think they're the bee's knees when in fact they're permatanned tw@ts.
What can you do?
Give me more....!
What can you do?
Give me more....!
But then again, I am usually quite happy to ignore most people and try and make myself happy.
I change.
I change.
OO, I am in one of those moods tonight. Stupid celebration twisted for money-making and fat-kid making ends, annoying children bounding about begging for health destroying substances, with parents who follow them fearing the worst (paedophilia??!!!?!?!?!?!?!) and when their children get waterbombed for being annoying, mutter, shake their heads and walk off.
Utterly, utterly vacant peers of mine walk around dressed up for nothing, screeching and yapping on phones they 'create' a need for, trailed by their 12yr old sisters dolled up in clubbing clothes and looking confused.
Idiotic 15yr olds attacking my house and finding it hilariously funny to do so. The fact that half my age group find it difficult to use correct language, read a book that isn't demanded for a subject (why learn anything then mongs?!!!) and find passion hard to understand if it doesn't consist of 'going 'awt'. Don't get me wrong, I like parties and stuff like that, just there is more to life...........believe it or not, I learnt that from reading and doing things that don't involve some kind of short lived rush.
Daily Mail, politics, disgusting PC that must be followed at all times lest one gets sued for gross something or other. ARRR! Stupid vacant parents earning money to pay for their kids to go in 4X4s to private schools..................
I'm 17. Should I feel this? Theres a lot more.........
Utterly, utterly vacant peers of mine walk around dressed up for nothing, screeching and yapping on phones they 'create' a need for, trailed by their 12yr old sisters dolled up in clubbing clothes and looking confused.
Idiotic 15yr olds attacking my house and finding it hilariously funny to do so. The fact that half my age group find it difficult to use correct language, read a book that isn't demanded for a subject (why learn anything then mongs?!!!) and find passion hard to understand if it doesn't consist of 'going 'awt'. Don't get me wrong, I like parties and stuff like that, just there is more to life...........believe it or not, I learnt that from reading and doing things that don't involve some kind of short lived rush.
Daily Mail, politics, disgusting PC that must be followed at all times lest one gets sued for gross something or other. ARRR! Stupid vacant parents earning money to pay for their kids to go in 4X4s to private schools..................
I'm 17. Should I feel this? Theres a lot more.........
Bane, I agree. Especially about watching the news, sometimes makes me want to scratch my eyes out.
If what you want is to feel better, then fall in love and be with that person. It won't change the world, but you won't notice the rest of the world.
If what you want is to feel better, then fall in love and be with that person. It won't change the world, but you won't notice the rest of the world.
I was once stuck in a human traffic jam of dawdlers. I took me 47 minutes to get from Argos to Index.
I'd be lying if I said that similar things don't get on my nerves from time to time, but on the whole I'm quite happy to ignore or dismiss all that is fatuous in the world.
I like to believe that there is more to people than meets the eye, because there usually is whether they know it or not.
It's quite easy to become cynical though, especially in this media dominated world where the vast majority of the voices we hear are those of load-mouthed extroverts who are experts at spitting out a deluge of sensationalist garbage and pointless tittle-tattle.
Money is the main cause [maybe] - everything is so utterly driven by it, and the success of something seems to be judged solely on how much money it makes, and this pushes minds down alleyways which they normally wouldn't travel.
Actually, I am cynical. Billions of people roaming about on the planet's surface and for what exactly? There's no doubt about it that if a spaceship was leaving for Planet X tomorrow I'd want to be on it.
*sigh* another early morning post full of contradiction and confusion...
I like to believe that there is more to people than meets the eye, because there usually is whether they know it or not.
It's quite easy to become cynical though, especially in this media dominated world where the vast majority of the voices we hear are those of load-mouthed extroverts who are experts at spitting out a deluge of sensationalist garbage and pointless tittle-tattle.
Money is the main cause [maybe] - everything is so utterly driven by it, and the success of something seems to be judged solely on how much money it makes, and this pushes minds down alleyways which they normally wouldn't travel.
Actually, I am cynical. Billions of people roaming about on the planet's surface and for what exactly? There's no doubt about it that if a spaceship was leaving for Planet X tomorrow I'd want to be on it.
*sigh* another early morning post full of contradiction and confusion...
Bane wrote:
> Perhaps I'm just a gloomy bar steward
Bar tender, surely?
Oh, and I did read the whole thing first go, and for the most part you did a good job of describing me - in particular the bits about walking through a crowd invariably consisting purely of idiots, and thinking about how moronic people are more often than sex.
> Perhaps I'm just a gloomy bar steward
Bar tender, surely?
Oh, and I did read the whole thing first go, and for the most part you did a good job of describing me - in particular the bits about walking through a crowd invariably consisting purely of idiots, and thinking about how moronic people are more often than sex.
Nice bit of venting, and a thought provoking read.
All I can say in reply is that if one becomes wholly bitter and hateful in response to the ignorance and stupidity of the world in general, then they add to the ignorance and stupidity of the world.
The only way (in my opinion) to make things better? Avoid getting bitter and try not to let anger be ones guiding emotion, even though you'll be in the minority by doing so (or, to appeal to the more arrogant, BECAUSE you'll be in the minority for doing so). No-one can be completely free of those two particular emotions; they're a part of human nature. But the only way to lessen their influence on the world in general is to do ones utmost to keep them reigned in within oneself.
Jesus, that reads like Cod Zen Philosophy 101....sorry to sound so cheesy and all, but...
All I can say in reply is that if one becomes wholly bitter and hateful in response to the ignorance and stupidity of the world in general, then they add to the ignorance and stupidity of the world.
The only way (in my opinion) to make things better? Avoid getting bitter and try not to let anger be ones guiding emotion, even though you'll be in the minority by doing so (or, to appeal to the more arrogant, BECAUSE you'll be in the minority for doing so). No-one can be completely free of those two particular emotions; they're a part of human nature. But the only way to lessen their influence on the world in general is to do ones utmost to keep them reigned in within oneself.
Jesus, that reads like Cod Zen Philosophy 101....sorry to sound so cheesy and all, but...
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