i’m supposed to be getting ready for work. and yet, here i am. 😉 i am going to put down my immediate reaction to something, and i don’t usually do this. mostly because when i have done this ‘trigger-reaction’ responding, i’m usually wrong. i fail to look something up, and comment harshly on the thing, and lo and behold i was completely off base, or didn’t have the whole picture.
well hell, i’m human. it’s what we do.
so my response today is to something i saw here on wordpress, a video clip. i don’t know if the author/group is called this, or if it’s the title of the blog, ok? but it said “only God forgives UK”
so i’m assuming this is a group.
i hate this. i used to be a Christian so i’m not bashing all Christians, and i sometimes understand where they are coming from. but seriously? (sorry Kiki, stold your word) only God forgives? seems to me that a lot of people have to forgive things; indiscretions, abuses, failures. forgiving is something we have to do on a fairly regular basis. every time someone does me a bad, i don’t go around with a bat and smack em a black eye!
now ABSOLVING might be a better word. because where i can forgive – or pass over – someone’s mean spirited behavior toward me, ABSOLVING them of “sin” or their wrong doing is not in my power. not that i necessarily believe in sin. but i can’t ABSOLVE anyone of anything. i tried that once, and only ended up with a lot of honey and a can of miscellaneous motor parts. very bad idea.
anyway, rename your group, stupid! the Bible actually TELLS us to forgive, so if it wasn’t possible, why would your God tell you to do it in your magical manual? and stop telling the world what to think and believe!
OK. rant over. put clothing on. go to work.
whew. being a bitch is exhausting. i think i’ll take up gambling instead.
running late on my way to work today i encountered a stupid person, slowly ambling across the street, both jaywalking AND crossing in the middle of the block. (i think. i could just be exaggerating. you never know)
i am, in point of fact, running late. and it’s the end of the world tomorrow. so it’s not like anyone is going to be able to hunt me down and lock me up for manslaughter.
if you are so stupid as to walk casually in front of a crazy, red-headed, female driver who is late for work and hasn’t had enough caffeine…good luck to you!
well it’s thursday, and there’s a football game tonight. so what will happen? will referees be attacked by angry men in sweatshirts? will indecision and lack of communication decide another win for a team that maybe didn’t really do what they got credit for? (sorry Seattle, you know i love you). or will fans start to boycott this mess and leave the multi-million dollar stands completely empty, like an old Roman arena that once was great and full of competition, but then someone decided, “hmmmm…feeding random people to lions is just really droll. let’s have them fight to the death instead!”
it’s not like i’m going to say anything that hasn’t already been said continually for the last 72 hours straight. but i’m going to say it anyway, because this is my blog and i can do that.
GET THIS SHIT FIGURED OUT, NFL.
this is ridiculous. maybe the NFL proper is all about money, and making more of it, and profits, and money and cash. but WHERE do they think all that money comes from? SURPRISE, IDIOTS! THE FANS! if the fans, and the commentators, and the experts, analysts, reporters, players, coaches, and medics are all angry and upset about a situation, i’m thinking you need to address that situation.
am i crazy here? (don’t answer that, we already know that answer) yes you may have the almighty dollar as your bottom line, but you won’t be getting those magical monies if you piss off everyone that has said dollars in their pockets.
GET YOUR HEADS OUT OF YOUR ASSES AND BRING BACK THE REGULAR OFFICIALS. how many people have to say it to make it enter your fat skulls?
Still, I’m a surly little cur on a fairly regular basis.
Why can’t happy annoying people pick this up and leave you alone when you are like this?
I’m not good with small talk. I like good conversations, about real stuff. I don’t want to hear about how you cooked your dinner last night or how many times your daughter spit up on you. Well, it’s not that I DON’T want to hear these things. I don’t actually mind what the topic of conversation is, but I hate little chit chat in the office. Let me do my fucking work. I mean, I don’t mind talking here and there, but non-stop girly chatter makes me crazy.
Now, if you were talking about comic books, or Spike TV, or action figures, maybe I wouldn’t mind as much. But no, there are just days when I don’t feel like being grossly social like most gabby chatty women are supposed to be. Why can’t women understand that I am not like them?
Ok, and even if they can’t figure out that I am not like them, because they didn’t happen to notice that I wear cat ears I bought at Hot Topic, or they didn’t notice that I dress like a tomboy half the time, or they didn’t notice that I never go to any of the social activities they arrange where everyone’s family can meet everyone else’s family, can’t they at least tell from my face that I am not sociable on certain days?
I’m fairly certain that my cross, grumpy, sour face today should have made it plain to anyone with eyeballs that you don’t want to talk to me today. What is the deal?
I think I’m going to have to create my own beauty pageant banner to wear, that says “Leave Her the Fuck Alone”. Maybe that will get the hint across.
(addendum: some people are ok to approach me. the people i really like. the rest of everybody should note the banner. approach with caution if you are not a lover or bestest friend)