I just found out that a couple of coworkers from other departments who never as much as farted in my direction (the only words we had was the occasional "hello" in the hallway) have been talking shit about me. WTF? Funny, but after all the bullshit I've witnessed in my 27 years, a part of me is still too naive to believe that people can be so
mean stupid. They're so pathetic.
Another thing is, I'm so sick of people who don't know the first thing about music and dare say what I listen to sucks. I mean, listen to whatever the fuck you want, just spare me your stupidities. This is like style and how you're labeled weird if you like to wear something out of the ordinary, most often by people who don't have a clue. Right now, "aaargh" is about the only thing I can say to that.
Moreover, I'm totally fed up with people making me feel like a weirdo when I say I don't want to have children. What is it with people and reproduction? :D Just because I own a womb and a couple of ovaries (doesn't that sound funny?), doesn't mean I have to use them, does it? (Everybody's supposed to have a brain and yet there are so few people who use it ...) I fuckin love kids (the unannoying ones, that is), I just don't think I want my own. Sometimes I'm called selfish because of that. Oh yeah, and you wanna have a kid why? To make him happy or to make yourself happy?
In the legendary words of Mr. Christian Bale,
Thanks for your attention, my dear followers and random people who stumbled upon my rant. It feels so good to vent from time to time.
P.S. Today I'm like "who gives a fuck anyway", wearing plastic-fantastic-look leggings, an oversized cardi and almost no accessories (at least my nails are painted red, just the way I like them). Photos? I don't think so.