Do you ever feel like you go out of your way to be nice to and considerate of others -- especially, for most of us, the people who dumped us -- and nobody returns the favor?
Today has been a day of stupid jackasses. You know the type, the ones who think there's nobody else on the planet but them. We all have those things that make us instantaneously pissed off, and one of them for me is littering. I think people who litter are the biggest jerks in the universe. Especially when you live in a city where THERE'S A TRASH CAN ON EVERY CORNER?!?!?! Like, can you just not be bothered to recognize that there's anybody else in New York City but you? Some guy passed me on the street today and threw down the cellophane off his cigarette package, and I said, "That's okay, I'll carry that two feet to the trash for you," and he then THREW DOWN THE PAPER!!!! If anyone ever confronted me like that I would be so mortified. But nope, not this guy.
And then I had to deal with an annoying stupid person on the phone, blah blah blah, don't even want to go into it. All this is to say that I've been thinking about what an inconsiderate, self-centered person my ex was.
For example, I always wished he would try writing to me, because he knew how important words are to me. I wrote him great love notes, and he had to have known I'd sorta appreciate one back. But he never tried. He mentioned several times that he wasn't good with words. This was kind of a bummer for me, because, y'know, I'm a writer, obviously I'd like it if he'd try to write me back. But I loved him so much I'd let it go.
And he couldn't stretch, either. I would try to get him to help me stretch when I'd come home from class and he didn't even have the flexibility to do that. He can't even come close to touching his toes, and he can't sit up straight with his legs straight out in front of him. I, on the other hand, am crazy flexible -- which is partly just how you're made, but flexibility can be tremendously improved if you work on it. He would talk about how much his back hurt, and I'd say, part of that is because you drive all day and you never stretch. I invited him to come to the yoga studio with me, or just to let me teach him some basic poses, and he just dismissed it as something he couldn't do. That was yet another of my attempts to make him understand the importance of taking care of his body, another of my offers to help him do so, another time he turned me down. To me this is saying three things: One, "I don't care that I worry you," two, "I don't care to join you in this thing that interests you," and three, "I am going to pass up this opportunity to be in a room with my sweaty half-naked girlfriend doing the splits in front of me." Why? Because MUSIC MUSIC MUSIC!! BECAUSE WE CANNOT POSSIBLY DO ANYTHING ELSE EVER BUT MUSIC!!!
And then he had the complete audacity to dump me for not being a musician!!! There I was telling myself I didn't care that I couldn't share words or physical exercise with him, because I loved him for who he was, and he had the b@lls to dump me for not being a musician. HOWWWWWWWWW many times did I ask him questions about old-time music and go listen to old-time music and hang around at the bar for an extra half hour while he played just A LITTLE BIT MORE old-time music? How many goddamn Victrolas and basses did I carry up the four flights of stairs to his apartment?
I was a really good girlfriend, and it sucks for him that he lost me. I hope he finds a fiddle player whose armpits are so stinky they gross HIM out.
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Last edited by sedgwick; 8th May 2008 at 10:53 PM.
"Two lovers entwined, pass me by, and heaven knows I'm miserable now..."
"In my life, why do I give valuable time to people who don't care if I live or die?"
"In my life, why do I smile, at people who I'd much rather kick in the eye?"
The Smiths are so weird :P
__________________ "How could this love, ever turning, never turn it's eye on me.
How could this love, ever changing, never change the way I feel."
Ha, I know how you feel! I work housekeeping and sometimes people say the dumbest things...like say, "housekeeping" in a really stupid voice. These are people that are not workers, but are meeting at the conference centers. It's so annoying and ignorant. And people will automatically assume you are Mexican if you have dark hair, 'cause Mexicans are depicted as housekeeping in the media at times. It is so ignorant. I've had people speak to me in Spanish and I am white. I think some people are so racist with their assumptions. It really upsets me at times!
Also, you are funny with your stories about stinky armpits...ha ha ha!
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I'm not one to get the road rage. I've learned in is very counterproductive.
However...I was downtown. You know that part of the city where people are meandering around on foot. Anyway this a'hole decides that he wants to fast and furious it to the next stoplight that is 15 feet away. So he tailgates one car to get just in front of me and cuts me off. I had to put on the brakes. This insighted me to beep my horn in my personal (and rarely used) morris horn code version for A'HOLE.
I was so mad that I felt like just learning where he lived and what do you know? He fast and furioused it right to my turn. Of course he did not even think to stop for the right turn and I was so going to follow him (although still obey the speed limit and you know, look out). He turned and get this... he cut off an old man in a wheelchair. You read that right. That dude was in the middle of the intersection in his wheelchair and this guy almost hit him. I was right behind but I did stop and let Mr. Wheels have his right of way. I lost the perp but he is my enemy until Saturday at which point I will let it go.
Sedge. What do you think? Can you find out where Mr. Litterbug lives and we will go and empty trash in front of his apartment. Then we can find out where Mr. Fast and Furious lives and park a wheelchair in front of his yard.
ps...I think you should dump your ex for not being a good enough writer. Ah, tell him to put that in his fiddle and play it.
Sedgwick- That armpits line was awesome. LOL. If it makes you feel any better, there are guys out there who would enjoy writing love letters to their girlfriend. They'd sure as hell enjoy the whole yoga/taking care of their body thing. And they'd sure as heck be able to do a ton of other things instead of listening to music all day. But, what the heck do I know? I'm frustrated as hell just like you are, but can't seem to make any progress in this area. I've been trying to get a girlfriend in college for months and I'm burned out because every girl seems to have a freaking boyfriend already. I just say blah to the whole thing now.
I sure as heck know where you're coming from though. That would get my goat. I have to deal with annoying stupid people day in and day out at my job. Be glad you don't have to deal with idiots on the phone asking "How do I perform a search on Google?" and even after you walk them through it 5 times, they still don't get it right when you've boiled it down so far that a baby could follow your instructions. To make matters worse, they then ask for services that the department doesn't provide, and complain when you try to transfer them to the correct department that will help them. Aagghh.
I'm normally not so pessimistic, but it's just been one of those days that make me go "Why the heck did I even bother?"
Sedgwick- try not to let it get you down. There are people in this world that do care, even though they're behind a bunch of text. And some of them want to kick those people right along with you.
"Two lovers entwined, pass me by, and heaven knows I'm miserable now..."
"In my life, why do I give valuable time to people who don't care if I live or die?"
"In my life, why do I smile, at people who I'd much rather kick in the eye?"
The Smiths are so weird :P
Ha, I was just joking yesterday with a friend about that song "Unlovable," where he says, "I wear black on the outside because black is how I feel on the inside."
My friend Hannah did a beautiful tattoo of a woman with scissors and a banner that says, "Hairdresser on Fire." Gotta love the Moz!
I bend over backwards to care for my patients at work, even though I lose money for it. And they still moan moan moan moan, nothing is ever good enough. these people get top quality care for next to nothing thanks to the NHS, and they still complain. I see more people than anyone else at work, and my boss only ever complains that I don't work hard enough.
I work so hard that it physically hurts me sometimes, and want to cry every month when I get my paycheque, which leads me to:
I paid the cheque in so it would clear today (bank was shut on monday, so had to do it on tues)- guess what, it doesn't clear till 9am even though the fricking bank took out payments at 8am, and are now having the audacity to charge me for going into arrears.
I hate people who litter too, and those who spit in the street. I hate people on the bus who play their music out loud through the tinny speakers on their phone. I hate people who won;t give their seats up to pregnant or elderly people.
AAARARARARGH!!! Rant over. yes I know how you feel SEdgewick.
Underpants, I'd have killed the wheelchair-running-over guy. That story makes me think of one time when my friend Liz and I were in the Hamptons (God that sounds so snobby to say! I have a punk lesbian friend whose parents are both lawyers and they have a house there, heh.) We went shopping, and we pulled into the shopping center behind a guy in a Mercedes SUV, who was doing the inexplicable thing SUV owners always do where they slow to two miles an hour to creep over speed bumps. And then he threw a plastic Snapple bottle out the window! I was like, WTF? So Liz jumped out and grabbed the bottle and followed him until he parked. When he got out of the car, she held out the bottle to him and said, "Here, I think you dropped this."
He got all weird, yelling at us that it wasn't his, and we said, "We were RIGHT BEHIND YOU! We SAW you do it!" He walked briskly off towards the store, saying, "I didn't do it," over his shoulder several times. So I stomped the bottle down as flat as I could get it and we put it under his windshield wiper with a note that said, "The world is not your trash can."
I bend over backwards to care for my patients at work, even though I lose money for it. And they still moan moan moan moan, nothing is ever good enough. these people get top quality care for next to nothing thanks to the NHS, and they still complain.
As an American who has spent most of my adult life without health insurance, not going to the doctor or dentist when I desperately needed to because I couldn't afford it, that makes me furious. Most Americans I know would LOVE to have a national health care plan -- because hell, if you're going to slash the government arts budget to fund a war, you could at least maybe kick your artists a little health insurance and show them they mean anything at all to their country. Or hey, do something so elderly people don't pay so much for their prescriptions it causes them lose their homes. I wish everyone who complains when they're getting free medical care could come to the US and see what a terrible situation we're in.
Someone said on here they'd marry me if I hadn't said I wanted Hillary Clinton in the White House. The reason for that is mainly because I think she had a more realistic health care plan. That is my number one political issue. People must be physically healthy if they're going to productive. Oh how I wish I'd been able to beat that into my ex's head...but then, he didn't have health insurance either. He got the flu four times last winter, and he'd be lying in bed wearing his coat and sweating but he wouldn't go to the doctor to see if he had a chronic chest infection.
Ha, I was just joking yesterday with a friend about that song "Unlovable," where he says, "I wear black on the outside because black is how I feel on the inside."
You are so lovable, Sedgwick. Happy Birthday, if it's today. You said this week with no specific date, so Happy Birthday all the same
I hate people who litter too, and those who spit in the street.
One of the things that drives me batsh*t crazy is when guys pee in the street!! I live around the corner from several bars and I see it all the time. The best is when they do it in broad daylight, and look over their shoulder and smile at you while they're standing there with their d*ck in their hands, taking a piss on your street.
. I lost the perp but he is my enemy until Saturday at which point I will let it go..
Until Saturday? thats some grudge...
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One of the things that drives me batsh*t crazy is when guys pee in the street!! I live around the corner from several bars and I see it all the time. The best is when they do it in broad daylight, and look over their shoulder and smile at you while they're standing there with their d*ck in their hands, taking a piss on your street.
Oh, I know. We walked past a guy who was obviously boozed and doing it outside a pub- he had just come out of the pub, the pub MUST have had toilets. I said to him "You are disgusting", but my BF got mad at me, because here in London you can't afford to be the litter/manners/public vileness police, because you never know what loonies you may encounter.
There was a case here where a guy and his GF were on the bus, and some A-hole started throwing chips at the GFs head. So her BF told the other guy to stop it, and the chip thrower stabbed him to death. In front of the GF.
Wonderboy is terrified that will be me because I tell people off in public.
Re: national healthcare. It has its downsides, and it is a flawed system, but I agree, people don't know how lucky they are. I think Mrs Clinton has rose tinted spectacles on with regards to how on earth she can pull one off, but it would be interesting to see what she came up with, and where she would get the money from.
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these people get top quality care for next to nothing thanks to the NHS, and they still complain. I see more people than anyone else at work, and my boss only ever complains that I don't work hard enough.
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