I recently met a good friend and he said something that made me lose respect for him completely. The thing is, it wasn't even such a bad thing to say. It wasn't racist or in any other form evil or hurtful, it was just ignorant, at least in my opinion. It was one of those things someone says at a party that start a huge, heated discussion and maybe make you hate someone you just met, but I'm honestly very surprised that it made me hate a friend I've known for a long time. And it makes me sad. I tried getting over it, but by now I know that I can never respect him or enjoy his company again just because of this one thing he said. I don't understand myself. (By the way, I'm not saying what he said because I told a lot of people about this and I don't want anyone to recognize me.)
My apartment doesn't allow "Animals" So i took care of some dinoflagellates glowing all over my room. I got a notice that I should leave for owning a pet. I argued, the contract didn't say "pet" it says "animals" and dinoflagellates are protists and/or algae. Unless the contract says pet or living organisms which also includes plants and a fucking bacteria then fine I'll leave.Now they're investigating my apartment. I'm pretty sure it was my neighbor who called my landlord because the last time, the woman downstairs keep on bugging me because I flush the toilet at 11 am and she said she's still sleeping. Like the fuck you still sleeping at 12 noon? Like bitch at 9 pm she keeps on playing her chinese radio. I complained and she fucking revenged by throwing diapers at my veranda. Then everytime, I cook she knocks and complains. Like bitch do you have any hobby besides bugging me? NOw may she called the landlord because I own a fucking almost non existent creature living in my home? Man get a fucking job!!!!
Working at Starbucks helped me on my coffee addiction. I'm the type of person who will hate the food if I keep working with them everyday of my life (e.g. if I keep cooking lasagna all the time, then I'll hate lasagna). Now I smell the coffee everyday of my life and I can't bear to drink one anymore.
What are the good reasons to take a vacation leave? I already tried 3 times but kept on being "not approved". Seems that I can't take a vacation leave for a reason I need a break from work and needs a vacation. Any help?
I've never been a conspiracy theorist of any kind, but I am very skeptical of psychiatrists. I'm convinced they prescribe people pills they don't need just to get them addicted and make money. I saw it happen to my dad. They tried to do it with my mom. My best friend is now taking Adderall for a mental disorder she never even considered she might have until her "therapist" told her she needed it. And her memory/attention span has honestly gotten worse with that fucking medication. If she misses even one dose now, she can barely function because her short term memory is shot. And people wonder why I don't want to seek help for my anxiety/depression. My best friend swore she just wanted therapy and wasn't interested in pills until that shrink convinced her otherwise. They don't want to help. They just want us to pop pills and quietly fade into silence. The whole "they don't force you to take meds" thing is a lie. They pester you and badger you to "just try it" until you finally give in. And I'm not subjecting myself to that.
This is such a basic edgy desire, but i wish to be the only person on this planet. Noone to bother me, no one to judge me, no one i have to do things for. just me, a fire too cook stuff, and maybe some animals that are just there for the sake of it. I dislike every single person, and i really mean that. It hurts me in a way, and its a cycle of fucked up emotions fueling my rage against myself and others to the point where its no longer normal, even dangerous. I do have myself under control, but its not a life worth living.
I fucked up at my job, man. These stupid insecure motherfuckers gonna be the death of me. Smh.
I'm not responding to that bitch. Its not fucking worth it.
Someone sat at my desk yesterday and took down all my papers from the sides of my cubicle. Not personal stuff, but work related stuff that has to be there. We use that stuff every day and it's impossible to memorize all of it, so it stays there. All of those papers are at every single desk in pretty much the same spot. Whoever sat there yesterday put all those important papers mixed in with a pile of my stuff and some stuff from people don't work here anymore. I didn't have time to sort it out before I clocked in, but I'm putting all of it back when I go on lunch.
You know what mommy I forgive you I'm done resenting you...