Random Thoughts at 37,0000ft....
Yeah, that time again. Another flight, another chance for my mind to wander, which reminds me, I really gotta go thru all these and post them again, new profile and all that.
So, today is a rant / vent day I think. I'm not one to bitch, don't like to sweat the petty small things, but I felt the deep desire to get this off my chest, and I KNOW I am speaking for others as well as myself.
This ones for those fake people out there, you know, the ones that are all nice and friendly to your face but love to talk shit about you behind your back, yeah, those people. Yes, I know, we all have those in our lives, but here on FuBar, is it really that fuckin necessary?
Do these people bother me, no, not really, other than I just don't understand why they feel the need. I realize Preach that this is like runnin in the Special Olympics, just bare with me bro. They might be "special" but they at least know how to read if they're on FuBar, right?
Yeah Jersey, I know you're rollin your eyes too, but it gets better.Matts already told me to stop listening to the voices in my head...
The point is this, more than anything, I know who you are, those of you that think you know all about my life, and how I live it. You are so quick to judge me when you know nothing about me, and the part that really irritates me, is you want to act like my friend to my face because you assume I don't see or hear what you tell others, well, it's time I let you know, you're wrong. It gets back to me. I know what you have said and done, we all know what you have said and done.
We really had no idea our lives were that interesting, wow, where have I been? I have to ask this question, have you ever thought if you focused more on your own miserable lives instead of worrying about what we do with ours that you might see two things, one, you look pathetic to us adults, two, your life probably isn't so bad, you just need a different hobby? Try a game of chicken with a Mack Truck maybe...
My point in all honesty is this, and hang with me, it's a long one. You talk about my friends and I behind our backs but act as a friend to our faces, assuming we have no clue what you do or say about us. Obviously after reading this you are now well aware, that you are sadly mistaken. Yet we still welcome you to our lounge, we acknowledge you, we treat you as a friend, we politely thank you, include you in our discussions, accept you as you are, and we're the bad guys.
To that, I say "Fuck you, and kiss my ass." I have enough real friends in my life and I frankly can't stomach your immature bullshit anymore. If you were to walk into my bar in real life, I would walk right up to you, ask you kindly to leave, resisiting the urge to punch you in the mouth, spit in your eye, throw a hundred dollar bill on your chest as you bleed on my floor, and return to my drink as you lay there crying like a little bitch wondering what in the fuck just happened.
I use that description because yes, I have done that to someone that was a friend, until he fucked my ex-wife. Yes Jules, I figured out why my knuckles were swollen, No Brandi, no need for bail money, so far.....
So the answer is yes, I am that kind of asshole, I've just been trying to be nice, I'm done with nice.
Stay the fuck out of my business, for your sake, if anything, save yourself some face and just stay out..... You have enough issues with your own life, I'll worry about mine thank you very much....
J
PS, LEARN TO SEPARATE FUBAR FROM REALITY YOU DEE DA DEES'
