I hate so very many things.
Illogical hatred, the kind of hatred that simply consumes your entire mind in an instant inferno of indescribable rage. A rage that, if it was in a game and possessed a tooltip, would say “ATYAGI*)(&!B %GBH!@HB DAGUDY!!!JDH KAHF@NF”. A rage so total and complete the only thing that exists is the flaming black hate, the sort of rage where you wake up several minutes later, standing over the broken body of someone you don’t recognize and no memory of the past several minutes, fists soaked in blood.
The worst part is that you usually have no idea what will trigger one of these horrific slaughter fests. Something or someone comes along, pushes a button you didn’t even know you have, and then several hours later you’re trying to explain to the police why you have a necklace threaded with human teeth.
These are not logical hatreds. For example, I hate it when mosquitoes fly into my ear, or even close to my ear. I have destroyed walls when mosquitoes do this. But this is a logical hatred. If you think it isn’t, then you have simply never experienced a mosquito flying around near your ear.
This is a long list of things I hate. Profanity is to be expected from here on out, because all of these topics make me try to type with fists instead of fingers.
(I mean extremely long. I mean in excess of two thousand words long. If you like my rants, I will never be able to top this one. This one’s for you Lazreth. Winky Emoticon.)
Babies and Children
Specifically a certian behaviour. Babies and children want attention, and will go to great lengths to get it. By now, I am sure all of you are familiar with the practice tiny humans have of crying, throwing tantrums, pooping themselves or vomiting for no other reason than to garner attention. See this video for what I mean, and for the love of god turn your speakers way the hell down before you start it.
Every time I see a baby or child doing that, I am fully prepared to rip that tiny human in half and gorge myself on their rent organs. I have a working theory that every major conflict in the entirety of history was caused (indirectly) by these attention whoring sons of bitches. Basically the theory is this: guys hate babies. So we invented war so we could all go off and do something else important and not raise babies. This had the bonus effect of getting a lot of guys killed. Death is definitely preferable over raising stupid ass babies, so technically, everyone wins with war. Except women. This is also why we have strived for so very long to keep women out of the armed forces.
The Phrase “Words Cannot Express”
YES. YES THEY CAN. WORDS CAN EXPRESS. IN FACT, THAT IS THE PRECISE FUCKING THING WORDS DO.
I tremble with rage when I hear those three words spoken. You know what words do? They communicate things. Ideas, opinions, abstract concepts. They describe things, objects, feelings, intangibles.
Your grandmother died? “Words cannot express…” YES THEY FUCKING CAN. A crushing despair, as if a heavy anchor was rested on your chest. A strange, ethereal pressure weighs down on your diaphragm. The world seems dark, uncaring. Voices, faces you think you’re supposed to recognize try to offer you comfort, but there is none. Your precious oma lies dead in a carved chunk of wood, waiting to be lowered into a black pit of despair to spend eternity between unfeeling walls of concrete.
DO YOU SEE WHAT JUST HAPPENED? WORDS JUST EXPRESSED SOME SHIT.
When you say “words cannot express”, you are lying. The words are perfectly capable of expressing any concept you are able to form. It is you who cannot express due to your own stupidity, laziness, or the aforementioned crushing despair of grandma dying causing your cerebral cortex to lock itself in its room and binge on ice cream.
People Who Say “Nothing!” When Asked “What’s Wrong?” When Obviously Something Is Extremely Wrong
This goes a little further than just “what’swrongNOTHING!”, it extends to all the absolutely shittastic pointless behaviour people do to… I dunno, there is absolutely no positive outcome to acting like a passive aggressive douche.
I know you know exactly what I mean, and it is a stereotypical female thing to do. It is practically a cliche in movies, where a couple starts to fight and the guy says “What’s wrong?” and the girl says “NOTHING!” when obviously something is very wrong and the guy’s all frustrated because he doesn’t have a fucking clue so he leaves and she sits in the corner fuming for days bitching to her friends that her guy is a huge insensitive prick and he’s spending hours thinking about this and still has no idea but he can’t just ask her because she will never fucking answer him for absolutely no fucking reason.
You can’t find the right words to express your anger? THEN GET A DICTIONARY OR A THESAURUS AND SIT YOUR BITCH ASS DOWN.
And before you ask, yes, ALL if you women have done/currently do/will do this. You all do. But this isn’t just about you either.
Guys. You’re hurt. You’re in pain, physical or emotional. Someone asks you what’s wrong, you say “nothing”. Alright you cock waving bastard, drop the tough guy act. It doesn’t fool anyone. Trying to suffer on your own and burden nobody else doesn’t work at all and makes you look like an insensitive fucktard to boot.
If you’re moping into a beer and a friend asks you “hey, what’s wrong?” and you say “nothing, I’m fine”, your friend is NOT thinking “wow look at the tough guy, he’s so strong dealing with his problems”, they’re thinking “wow look at the frustrating prick who thinks he’s being all macho making himself miserable and everyone else miserable and frustrated to boot.” Not only did you fail to not burden them, you added plenty more burden because now they have the extra worry of not knowing what’s wrong because you won’t fucking tell them.
People Who Let Things Go Wrong Because They Refused To Stand Up For Themselves
Christ, I hate this so much.
Heard of the site “FML”? It means “fuck my life”, and it is a safe haven for people to complain about how shitty their lives are. Every now and then, you’ll run into a story about how someone’s life got seriously messed up, and the only reason it did was because they were too shy and meek to just stand up and say “now wait just one fucking minute”.
I’m not talking about stuff like “Today, I found out my boyfriend thinks I’m too high maintenance because I have a chronic illness which requires frequent hospitalization.” That is not what I’m talking about here (though I do hate incompetent cock garglers like the mentioned boyfriend).
I’m talking about stuff like “My teacher gave me five hours of detention because I missed class to attend my mother’s funeral.” Stuff like that comes up surprisingly often, and frankly situations like that never, ever have to occur. If they do, it is not the world hating you or jerks screwing you over. It is a case of jerks trying to screw you over, and you just bent over and took it for any number of reasons a psychiatrist would be happy to tell you.
Take this one: Today, I bitched out my boyfriend for logging into my facebook account and deleting EVERY male (even family) off my friends list. He accused me of wanting to cheat on him and has forced me to say “sorry.”
Alright, legitimate complaint. Your boyfriend likes to gargle cock, but that’s fine, cause now you’ve told him to fuck off and broken up with… wait what? You APOLOGIZED?! WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU.
And before you ask, yes, the passive apologetic bitch that took everyone’s shit used to be me. Keywords used to. People shovel their shit on you all day long, and make you out to be the bad guy when you refuse to take it with a smile. Fuck ‘em all.
“Today, I got fired from my job as a postman, which I started yesterday. They fired me because I failed to deliver a bunch of papers to a road that no longer exists.” Sorry mister fired mailman, that is your fault and your fault alone.
People Like Dana Walsh From 24
Yes, I watch 24.
She is, essentially, a prison bitch to anyone willing to apply the smallest amount of intimidation. Most recently a “parole officer” constructed entirely of douche forced himself into her life by intimidating her and threatening to go to her supervisor if she didn’t help him when she was part of a team handling a crisis involving national security.
He says something like “hey you can spare me a few minutes, right?” and she says “no can do” and he says “fine, I’ll talk to your supervisor” and then she caves.
WHY?
WHY DOES SHE FUCKING CAVE?
I get that it is, technically speaking, fiction. But if you honestly think the majority of the population does NOT cave immediately like that, you are sadly mistaken.
How hard is it to say “Go right ahead, waste his fucking time you sad little man.”
Company Policy “Just Give The Robbers Whatever They Want”
Guy walks into a bank, passes the teller a note that says “I have a weapon, gimme all your money”. Then the teller complies.
Banks, conveniences stores, you name it, if a place has money, company policy is to cave in immediately to any thief and give them whatever they like.
I work part time at a convenience store. A little self run place that nonetheless pulls down good profit. A five minute walk away sits another convenience store, part of a chain. This second convenience store gets robbed about once a month. Somebody walks in, passes a note or pulls a knife and says “gimme the money from the till”, and of course the cashier does. The police usually never catch the petty thief.
The place I work at? Several attempted robberies.
See, most places have a panic button for you to push. The place I work at? We duct taped over it. You wanna know what you’re protection is? Well, behind the counter, we have several hammers, a baseball bat, and a sharpened crowbar. Yes, you read that correctly, a sharpened crowbar.
You say, “that isn’t safe at all!” I say “true, but when confronted by a teenager armed with a steak knife, why the fuck would I give him anything when I’m twice his size and armed with a crowbar?”
I’m actually pretty good with the crowbar. Just saying.
Bloggers Who Say “I’m Not Blogging Because I Have A Real Life” Ad Nauseum
A post or two saying “hey my mom died” is fine. But if you keep hammering home the same damn thing over and over again, sorry, you have crossed into pretentious dick territory.
Take me.
“Hey look at me I’m in university and I have a job and I have important term papers and shit to do, so fuck all you blog readers I’m way better than you and I need to post that I’m doing stuff and that’s why I don’t post and shove it down your throats over and over again because FUCK YOU.”
Look. Post once about your other commitments. Very, very few actually care, and besides, why the fuck would you care if they cared?
It’s like if someone asked you to do anything and you always replied with “I can’t make it because I’m having sex with like nine people that night.”
ALRIGHT. WE GET IT. Stop fucking rubbing our faces in it.
People Who Ask You Stuff About Your Life When They Have Absolutely No Right To Know And Get Upset When You Tell Them To Fuck Off
GOD. DAMN.
Riding the bus home, some jackass is all “hey you work out [there]? live out [there]?”
“No, I go out [there] and stand around for forty five minutes because according to my religion doing pointless shit and answering stupid questions is how to guarantee myself a spot on the magic spaceship when the rapture comes.”
And then he gets all INSULTED. No, fuck you, sir, fuck you. I am not your friend, I am not your acquaintance, I am under no obligation to converse with you at all, nor do I want to, and you have absolutely no right to know anything about me.
People Who Invite You Along For Stuff, You Politely Decline, And They Ask Why And Try To Talk You Into Going And Get Upset When You Tell Them To Fuck Off
Hey wanna go for coffee with us?
No, thanks for asking.
What? Why not? It’ll be fun!
Because I accidentally sat down on a battery and it went up my ass and it’s electrocuting me and if I stand up I will shit everywhere.
Subway Sandwich Artists Who Don’t Tessellate The Cheese
How fucking hard is it to recall fourth grade geometry?
But waaaah it takes more time to do it that way. Ahh, so you are lazy in addition to being an abject failure. Good to know.
No, it’s out of concern for the other guys lined up who know have to wait four additional seconds before I can get to them! Hah, yes, your job is in the food preparation and service industry serving assholes like me all day long and you have no less than four big sharp knives within arms reach and your only concern is for the convenience of your customers.
Bono
WORDS CANNOT EXPRESS HOW MUCH I LOVE THIS POST.
Well. Reading this over my morning cappuccino certainly woke me up.
Instead of hating babies and children, I tend to hate the failing parents. Kids usually misbehave because they have seen in the past that they can get away with or even benefit from that type of behaviour. Always makes me think of the classic sentiment: you need a licence to drive a car, but you can procreate however much you want. Oh joy.
I think an appropriate follow-up post for this might pertain to wither every single human action is driven by selfish desires and reasons.
For example, giving someone a gift. You do it to strengthen the friendship between us, because I find it amusing/benificial/entertaining.
Another example: doing something nice for someone without them realizing it, and you gain no outside recognition. You do it to prove to yourself that your a good person.
When you think about it, we are driven by, I would say, entirely selfish agendas. If I were to give my life for another, perhaps I thought it would be my golden ticket to ride first class on said magic spaceship. I can’t think of anything more “giving” than that.
You’re really a PvP:er at heart! Loved the rant. Although I’m not quite as young and angry anymore. Which I guess I enjoy and regret in equal proportions.
I lol’ed.
Definately agree about “words cannot express”, mainly because the only thing I cannot express is my disappointment with the people who say that.
Also, off the top of your head, do you think fire will be pretty damn close to arcane in 3.3.3?
The worst of it is that “words cannot express …” does indeed express; it expresses that the speaker is feeling an unusually extreme emotion, or attempting to describe a situation of unique enormity, that he or she believes cannot be faithfully expressed in spoken language.
Well, that’s one interpretation, anyway. I prefer to think of it as expressing “I’m much too lazy to do ALL THE WORK of novel expression.” Or possibly “I don’t know very many languages” or “I’m not very well read.” Since, ya know, odds are somebody felt this way before, at some point in the few thousand years of human history, and managed to express it just fine.
You made my morning! Thanks for the fabulous post.
You must know my wife. She very frequently follows her “Nothing” with “Word cannot express….”
Good one – let the vile flow freely.
MY VOCABULARY CANNOT EXPRESS .. how much I hate strangers talking random to me: “that’s come que, huh?” – “yes, that is a que – and you are standing in a supermarket – s.u.p.e.r.m.a.r.k.e.t … ques have been known to occur in these places.”
I must side with Larísa though. It is hard to stay angry.
I usually say “Nothing” so I can avoid drama or because I mean “Nothing worth getting upset over and I will be over it quickly.”
Words cannot express how much I would beat my kids if they pulled that crap. Fists could express it.
Best post from all my blog feeds for a long time.
That is a lot of rage. I think you’ve just raised the bar on angry rants.
Dana Walsh infuriates me. Her character doesn’t even make sense – somehow she’s good enough to change her identity and get hired by a government agency, and yet she caves every time a jackass looks at her funny?
Made my day. Great way to start the morning.
I want to add one: people who ask you how your doing, and when you truthfully answer you’ve got a shitty day, they practically leave a dustcloud trying to get away as fast as possible. DON’T FUCKING ASK THEN!!
Loved the rant, especially the baby part. Nearly gnawed out a piece of my table while watching the video.
The next time somebody asks me to do something, I’m *totally* replying: “I can’t make it because I’m having sex with like nine people that night
Be a blatant lie though, wouldn’t it
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You’d clearly be talking to your local Pekinese Support Officer.
Good rant.
I also have this much anger.
But I keep mine aaaaaaaaaall bottled up.
I should not have read this in the library. Spontaneous outbursts of laughter or exclamatory concurrence (i.e. “fuck yeah!”) do not make you many friends here.
The “People Who Ask You About Stuff …” and the “People Who Invite You Along For Stuff …” are playing flip sides of the same social coin. In the former, they get pissed because you’re supposed to make polite conversation, even if there’s no substance to it. In the latter, they call you on the “polite conversation” facade, and refuse to let you get away with it. It’s maddening! Whenever someone tries to make smalltalk with me, I like to play a little game. It’s called Get The Other Person To Quit The Conversation First. The lowest but most effective forms of victory involve creepy or distasteful responses; middling victories include esoteric, highfalutin, politically incorrect, or sensitive subject matter; and the highest victories come from playing along with your unfortunate mark, but refusing to shut up, expounding on the details of the weather and the intricacies of corporate middle management in the hopes of teaching your victim a lesson in keeping to himself.
Loved it.
It is so refreshing to find someone else that loathes children as much as I do.
And I try very hard to not say “nothing” when asked what’s wrong. It’s usually, “nothing that I am ready to talk to you about at this moment, I’ll let you know when I’m ready to talk without wanting to kill you.”
“I could care less about him.”
“Wait, so you still have some interest in him?”
“What? No – I hate him!”
“Ah, then you *couldn’t* care less. Gotcha.”
“You know what I meant!”
“NO I FUCKING DIDN’T! How am I supposed to know when you mean what you say and when you mean the EXACT OPPOSITE of what you say?!”
/bazookatotheface
And saying you hate someone is also a form of caring. Sure, it’s caring in a negative fashion, but it’s still giving a shit.
Hate is not the opposite of love. Apathy is. o.O
*pretends to be wise*
Not quite. Hate is the opposite of love but the opposite of caring would be apathy.
Yes, quite.
Apathy – lack of interest in or concern for things that others find moving or exciting.
Hating – being moved or excited.
Opposites.
Such rage
Hold on to it, never let it burn out and use it to fuel other things. Perfectly healthy.
Awesome post. “Words cannot express” was my fave. So fucking tired of people not being able to express themselves well. I get called an elitist because I use “big words” when all it really highlights is the utter lack of vocabulary on behalf of the listener.
Love the sharpened crowbar
Words cannot express how many times i would punch babies with a sharpened crowbar if they asked me how I was.
You win sir, win.
The bar has been raised.
Loved the rant.
Ah, sweet Euripedes. Will you come spend a romantic evening in Venice with me? After reading this I have come to the realization that we might be soul-mates.
Next step, sharpened crowbar.
I agree on most of it.
I’m not going to say I enjoyed the complaining, I’d just /pat or /hug your ingame character. Because sometimes live does suck.
Rage is something we can all agree on
But if we killed all the annoying babies we’d have no one to grow up and make us angry. Oh.
here us a picture of Euripedes during an attempted robbery…
http://www.sijun.com/dhabih/portfolio/images/gordon3.jpg
Give this man a cookie, I was going to say the exact same thing earlier but my internet went down before I could post it.
<3 HL2
This is by far the best thing I’ve read today. Maybe even ever.
- Sam
Nice, hating on kids. You’re a douchebag. Someone like you ever gets near my kid, I will rip your eyes out and skullfuck you.
Not all kids, just certain kinds.
If you’re a good parent, it sounds you will never encounter this problem.
Best of all… You won’t need to go to jail because you ripped his face off.
Win/win
“If you’re a good parent, it sounds you will never encounter this problem.”
This. ^^
Maybe I’m old fashioned, but I was raised in an era where children did not misbehave in public. That appears to be a time long gone.
If the child is quiet and courteous, chances are they will fly completely under the radar and I can remain blissfully ignorant of their existence.
But not liking children really isn’t any different than not liking dogs or cats, except one is considered acceptable by society and the other apparently makes me a douchebag.
And for the record, I am a woman. No, I will NOT be having children. Yes, I’m sure that I would feel the same way even if they were mine. No, I’m not going to pop one out just to check; it’s not like I can send it back or find it a new home afterwards.
Once, when I was a kid, I was being a general idiot.. fitting the description of what Euripedes just told us he despises. My dad finally got pissed about it and made me hold my hands straight out in front of me for twenty minutes. If I so much as moved a hair, he’d add another minute to the timer.
I never messed around like that again, ever. Looking back, I wouldn’t say I was scared of my dad for doing that to me or anything, but I was pretty steamed for maybe a week.
I’m a parent and it wasn’t until I became one that I realized how tough it is to get kids to be quiet and courteous. It’s not easy, and sometimes the kid(s) get out of control. I do my best to reign them in and get out of public when it happens.
Kids, like most of us, do not like being told no (which is required if you are a good parent), they also don’t always have the ability understand your reasoning (ie try explaining to a three year old why eating ice cream for every meal is bad, it’s a crapshoot on whether they really understand, or just accept your reasoning). Sometimes that causes a tantrum and sadly three year olds do not control themselves very well, nor do they take well to punishment. Public punishment isn’t going to help that either.
I hate the crying too, it’s the best I can do to try to make sure that the kids don’t do it in public and subject others to it.
I love the comic you linked about the tessellating cheese. I looked through there for a while and found one of my triggers to blinding rage:
http://www.lefthandedtoons.com/96/
I don’t know that this counts as “illogical hatred” though. I think it’s perfectly reasonable.
Best post ever (Or damn close). Let the hate runith over…besides it’s health to rage. Well for me. For the people in the crossfire – hmm not so much.
*healthy (anger at keyboard rawr)
The greatest post ever….ever…
My list is a bit longer….but one on my list I want to share…I hate Tim McGraw. His life is too fucking good. Fuck him.
Why aren’t you playing a Warrior again? You might be able to out Cleave Saurfa-
*cleaving sound*
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Beautiful post. Don’t forget “well, if you don’t know what’s bothering me, then why should I tell you?!”
Wonderful, wonderful post. I commiserate and share your rage.
(Whenever I’m angry about something some twat invariably smugs up to me and says “Ooh, feisty redhead! Kitten’s got claaaaws!” – so I really, truly understand the whole ‘explaining to the fuzz about the festive entrail garland decorating nearby structures’ thing. Gah.)
I hate a lot of things (mostly random) just because my anger needs to be distributed amongst entities. For example, I hate U2. I hate Nicole Kidman. I hate people who say “how are you” because they, like other #%^&wits, have adopted it as a form of shallow greeting.
Wow. I have got to say, I do love rants and this is one of the best. People who cave in piss me off, and people who do things like respond with “nothing” do as well. Polite conversation is overrated, seriously. The only way to make a fun conversation is when you actually know the other person, and don’t worry about seriousness. Also, next time somebody asks me to go somewhere with them I don’t want to, I have got to try something like saying I have battery up the ass. It’s sheer genius.
doubly for that stuff about the babyies and children.
During my church’s christmas and easter service there is no child care. When the music stops playing, you are suddenly aware of no less than 12 children begging for attention.
Protip: An easy way of avoiding awkward or unwanted conversations is just carry a pair of headphones (or earbuds) around. Put them on when first getting on the bus or whatever and have the other end go into a coat or pocket. People with think you are listening to music or can’t hear them. Problem solved.
I spent a good 5mins giggling inappropriately. I tip my hat to you, great rant. I also spat my drink all over a colleague when you simply included a picture of Bono.
What the hell does a musician know about fucking poverty? Its like Bob Geldof, although he does know a bit about famine because he’s been living off “I don’t like Mondays” for the past 30 years.
Bang on with the FML stuff too. Its never “I just got diagnosed with cancer” that bug me, it’s the “I accidentally aided a nigerian prince who now won’t return my phonecalls” ones that piss me off.
I didn’t read all this because my excessively short attention span went to the beach on the third part but I did want to thank you. My husband says I’m a very angry bitter person (with all the love and respect he can muster /eyeroll) but you, sir, prove that he could have ended up with far worse than I.
Embrace your dark side. Swallow the hatred. Cultivate it. Comfort it. Massage it. Care for it. And, then, in one moment of blinding clarity let it LOOSE UPON ALL OF HUMANITY!
Ahem, in other words, become a shadowpriest.
Another great post, Euripedes, Remember, there is always room on the shadowy side should you find the magisterial life too unrewarding in reducing your rage.
Spiritus
P.S. Dana Walsh sucks balls
(sorry, quite unpriestly expression, please forgive me)
“People Who Say “Nothing!” When Asked “What’s Wrong?” When Obviously Something Is Extremely Wrong”
What they’re saying is “Go fuck yourself, it’s none of your fucking business”. It’s not their fault you don’t get that.
I think Euripedes is too direct for that kind of code.
That’s all… Hopefully
You sir are my hero.
I am so printing the subway image and giving it to the store near here!
(Excellent post)
> “YES. YES THEY CAN. WORDS CAN EXPRESS.”
No, not really.
> “The words are perfectly capable of expressing any concept you are able to form.”
That’s a circular argument and so, meaningless.
A word is a unit of meaning. When you utter a word, a sentence, you are trying to form a concept and transfer it to the person in front of you, or reading your blog.
If you are able to form the concept, you managed to find the words to do this in. There is no other way, when communicating at least using the written word. Of *course* words are capable of expressing any concept you can form – you would not have been able to form it otherwise!
Here is an example. There are words in other languages that express ideas and concepts completely alien and outside the realm of knowledge of a typical American blog reader (to make an assumption about your readership). English words cannot express some of these ideas. You could try, but it would be an approximation at best. Ever try to translate German? Japanese? Do native idioms transfer well? Usually, not.
So when someone says “words cannot express”, she could be saying “(English) words cannot express”. Of course, this is not a special feature of other languages, the same holds true for English conversion to other languages.
There are countless other examples of concepts that are impossible, or very very hard, to put into words. Higher mathematics for one (which is why we have written mathematical notation, not verbal).
God Damn we’re kindred spirits, you miserable fuck.
“No, I go out [there] and stand around for forty five minutes because according to my religion doing pointless shit and answering stupid questions is how to guarantee myself a spot on the magic spaceship when the rapture comes.”
Bahahahahahaha…..
Ghost
Damn it, the cheese thing never really bothered me before. But I am pretty sure I am going to think about it every time I go into subway now.
Dana Walsh looks unbelievably better post-fish feeding than she did before, but I absolutely hate that whole story angle. I was all for Freddie capping her after sinking the other 2.
Great post as always Euripedes. I struggle with “words cannot describe” all the time. It is not that I am unable to express emotion in writting, rather, I struggle to organize my thoughts into consise, grammatically, spelt, and readable writting. I tend to repeat myself when I write as well. I’ll finish this comment later.
Words cannot express the awesome that this post…. wait, overused joke.
I detest the part of babies and children you mentioned, but not babies and children as a whole – they can be pretty cute, and (gasp) charming, at times.
As for “People Who Say “Nothing!” When Asked “What’s Wrong?” When Obviously Something Is Extremely Wrong,” the answer would, of course, be “People Who Ask You Stuff About Your Life When They Have Absolutely No Right To Know And Get Upset When You Tell Them To Fuck Off.”
If you didn’t quite catch it: Inconsistency! Hypocrisy!
But since hypocrisy is the lot of the human race, I really don’t mind. Yeah, if anyone asks, I say “nothing.”
Also, quotations inside quotation marks use single quotation marks. Grammar police saves the day.
About that whole hypocrisy thing…
The two problems have totally different contexts.
One, the “nothing” one, involves someone you care about enough to genuinley want to know what’s wrong… Which is why the answer is so annoying.
The other is having a person you do not know start bugging you when you are in a bad mood, etc.
It isn’t the same, so it can’t be very hypocritical… At all…
Generally people who actually ask me ‘what’s wrong’ are those that have run out of BS gossip and are looking for new lines of possible entertainment. The few people who know me well enough to actually care know that I will come talk to them when I am ready to talk. Otherwise they just need to fuck off.
And, some girls say ‘nothing’ because they are aware that if they were to tell their guy what was wrong at that point in time it might very well involve a death or, at the very least, the end of the relationship. Heat of the moment and all.
“I know you know exactly what I mean, and it is a stereotypical female thing to do. It is practically a cliche in movies, where a couple starts to fight and the guy says “What’s wrong?” and the girl says “NOTHING!”…”
Actually, I always thought the cliche went the other way–that manly men don’t talk about their feelings, so they just clam up for days and insist that nothing’s wrong, when something very clearly is.
Words cannot express how much hearing someone says FML totally ruins my life.
FML
Why FML? No reason, everything is fine, don’t worry about me.
Greatest blog post ev4r. The only thing that could have made it better is if I were eating Big League Chew while reading it.
I wish to thank Euripedes and those who helped inspire this post. It goes up to 11
damn you.
I had an operation couple of days ago, took a lump out of my scalp. I get to the bottom of this post & see Bono; no explanation, no reason, it just is.
Laughed so hard I think I tore the stitches in my head.
damn you
Was reading some stuff on massively and came upon a thing I really hate, and I thought of you
The thing i hate the most on forums and blog comments is…
comments starting with “sorry but..”
God i hate it, I want to answer in a way that destroys the very font and all related fonts of that comment, but nothing really cuts it.
Example:
“Sorry but this game doesn’t even have any details about the actual mechanics, etc. And even those details are mostly useless since they could be poorly done.”
-Meh (@Massively)
Sorry butt indeed
Thanks for the shout out buddy, I feel I may be partly responsable for this new bluntness … its awesome
Where are you?
Please come back soon
Think he blew his own brains out right after making this post.
Someone put out an APB for Euripedes ASAP. 3.3.3 came and went and I want to see an awesome Mage post!
Please come back! This is my go-to WOW blog that’s not blocked at work!
Looking forward to reading about 3.3.3, especially about mages.
Euripedes where are you?
WTB mage goodness!
Did you find a way to make Invisibility last indefinitely? o.O Come back and tell all!
“Aww it’s raining? You’ve got to be kidding me.”
WHO THE FUCK IS KIDDING YOU ABOUT ANYTHING?