01 August 2010

GRRR

Hypothetical scenario: You're friends with someone. You remark one day that you're thinking about joining the Army. Your friend throws a fit, digging up all this shit about the Army, relegating stories about how the Army has torn parts of their family apart, and how they just don't want you to join.

A couple months later, they join the Marines, without saying a single thing about it.


The above scenario was entirely hypothetical. But just imagine. You'd be pretty pissed at them, wouldn't you? You'd like to rip them a new asshole for being such a hypocritical piece of shit, wouldn't you?

Actual scenario: I'm friends with this person who claims they care about me. I posted a status on Facebook a few months ago about how I'd like to get high, but can't because I can't find any weed (and don't have a job anyway). She throws a fucking fit on my status, claiming she's "disappointed in me," about how weed causes all this shit in people (with no info to back her up), about how she has an uncle who has torn his family apart because he's absolutely batshit crazy violent when he's not high, and how weed is equal with cocaine or heroin.

And then I find out yesterday that she went and popped two different kinds of X without knowing what the fuck it does.

I'm angry. Angry enough that I'm shaking, but other than shaking I look completely calm. Like my anger has transcended the spectrum of anger all the way back to perfectly calm. It's probably the fact that I'm this angry is why I'm not depressed right now.

I can't even type out my thoughts right now.

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