Why am I the bad guy? Honestly, sorry about your precious gas. Sorry you had to come pick me up so I could leave you be. The truth is that I DO NOT hang out with people I do not like and your little friend there, the one with ADD and the superiority complex, I DO NOT like. I seriously do not understand why you hang out with him, he is annoying, loud, and never makes a lick of sence. More than that he promotes stupid internet videos that he thinks is cool. That's another one of my pet peeves. And you even agree with me that he is most of the time an annoying prick that is a total cocktease. And you still hang out with him.
That's one of the diffrences between us. You will put yourself in these situations that get you angry, get you pumped up with feelings that you got to bottle down. Then when we're alone, you let these feeling out in this stream of conciousness that I've heard a million times before. If you really like M and don't like her boyfriend that she hangs out with constantly, then don't hang out with M. It's as simple as that. If you do not like someone do not hang out with them. Sometimes the reward of their friendship and company is not worth the cost of dealing with that other person. If I were you, I would have dumped M a long time ago. You put up with people that you do need to for useless reasons and that's one of your weaker points.
You know B, that kid that I really hated and, thankfully, he moved away a year ago. He occationaly comes to some of the bigger parties and whenever I hear that he is coming to one, I seriously consider not going to that party. Whenever I do go to a party when he's there, I have to sourround myself with anyone else to protect myself from not punching him in the face.
So I'm sorry that I wasted your gas when you came and pick me up, only to go right back to my home, but I didn't think he would be with us. You are one of the most lovely and wonderful things in my life, but he's a douch. I am not the bad guy.
Now if you excuse me, I have to start my Nanowrimo and my first chaper is probably going to be pretty fucking angry.
Showing posts with label rationalization. Show all posts
Showing posts with label rationalization. Show all posts
Sunday, November 1, 2009
Monday, August 31, 2009
My Girl/Boyfriend
As I've said before, I have a girlfriend with multiple personality disorder. One of her favorite alters is one named Jack. Your normal big bad motorcycle madman. Right now she is integrating with him. For those a bit un-researched in the MPD or DID area, integration is when the two that have split off from each other come back together. Normally the original alter will pretty much stay the same. However, she has concluded that Jack was the original, the one who was born into that body. Now instead of the abuse causing the splits causing the gender dysphoria. Its the gender dysphoria causing the abuse causing the splits. K was there for Jack to protect him from the awful dreaded act of wearing skirts. Among other things. Doesn't make too much sence to me because Jack fits way too well into a stereotype and there have been stories told of him being born, more or less.
How does this fit into me you might ask? Well one of the first things my Girlfriend decided when she started integrating, is that she was a boy. And I'm really having trouble accepting that. When we got together, I was mostly in it for, well, sex at first. But I learned to love her. Important part there, "Her". Jack, who she considered downright necessary for him to get a release, was kinda a side bonus. He was this guy that would be way more intense and a real beast and all these other things I could list. They both brought these unique things to the relationship that together was fantastic. But things change. For the last month or two, Jack hasn't been out. And I've realized something. I like being a man, I like being in control and on top of things, like my women. I wanna be a man, I wanna have a girl that will want me, want to do my every whim. And yes, that seems a little sexist, but it's how everything worked out for the last 10,000 years. Why should this century be any different? What I don't want is a boy, and unfortunately in my girlfriend, that's all there is left.
And I gotta start calling her Calvin. I'm not sure if I can do that.
How does this fit into me you might ask? Well one of the first things my Girlfriend decided when she started integrating, is that she was a boy. And I'm really having trouble accepting that. When we got together, I was mostly in it for, well, sex at first. But I learned to love her. Important part there, "Her". Jack, who she considered downright necessary for him to get a release, was kinda a side bonus. He was this guy that would be way more intense and a real beast and all these other things I could list. They both brought these unique things to the relationship that together was fantastic. But things change. For the last month or two, Jack hasn't been out. And I've realized something. I like being a man, I like being in control and on top of things, like my women. I wanna be a man, I wanna have a girl that will want me, want to do my every whim. And yes, that seems a little sexist, but it's how everything worked out for the last 10,000 years. Why should this century be any different? What I don't want is a boy, and unfortunately in my girlfriend, that's all there is left.
And I gotta start calling her Calvin. I'm not sure if I can do that.
Friday, August 1, 2008
The Path To Everlasting Death
Life has always trying to live, thats just its nature. Life that does not try to live or does not try to extend its species will soon become extinct. Simple Darwinism.
In the beginning, every life was important. If you go back in time and eliminate a single microscopic organism, we might have one third the amount of current species. Or we might have a third more. Never know.
A bug flew onto my desk today. It was an act of continuing survival. He wanted my chips. Unfortunately for him, he flew into a house of a human who like to take small flying creatures and rip off everyone of their limbs before crushing their head in a pair of needle-nose pliers. Some creatures are not known for their luck.
I know I didn't do much. There were three more bugs just like it on my screen and its a bug that has an area of half the continent. Luck in numbers.
One of my friend's grandfather passed away recently. No big loss, he was 87. A solider died in Iraq today. No big loss, he knew what he signed up for. A kid starved in Africa with in the hour. No big loss, he wouldn't have made anything of himself. I'm not saying that life is worthless, just a lot of it is. At least it's not worth $6.9 million.
Did you know some people came up with the fact that your average American life is worth a little less than seven million in current USD. There's about $46,230,000,000,000 in human life if you listen to the right people. Last I heard you could get someone for a good 6K if you go to the right people.
I need to meet more people.
It seems like a lot of people do think that people are worth a lot. Just check out how many 'Save the Elderly/Cancer Victims/Third-World Stick People/Neonatal Half-Chimps!' types of societies reaching their hand down your pants for some cash. Which you could write off on your tax refund or you could buy more blow. It's a free country.
This world could do a lot better if there weren't so many people. If one person dies, or one million people die, it will not affect our species. Death is rather good. It frees up space for the young and able. Unless the young and able want to use the graveyard.
Loss is nothing.
I think this is just rationalization for my own imminent suicide/murder spree but it could be fit to work for pro-Gay/Abortion/Drugs/Assisted Suicide/Suicide/Murder Sprees. What do you guys think?
In the beginning, every life was important. If you go back in time and eliminate a single microscopic organism, we might have one third the amount of current species. Or we might have a third more. Never know.
A bug flew onto my desk today. It was an act of continuing survival. He wanted my chips. Unfortunately for him, he flew into a house of a human who like to take small flying creatures and rip off everyone of their limbs before crushing their head in a pair of needle-nose pliers. Some creatures are not known for their luck.
I know I didn't do much. There were three more bugs just like it on my screen and its a bug that has an area of half the continent. Luck in numbers.
One of my friend's grandfather passed away recently. No big loss, he was 87. A solider died in Iraq today. No big loss, he knew what he signed up for. A kid starved in Africa with in the hour. No big loss, he wouldn't have made anything of himself. I'm not saying that life is worthless, just a lot of it is. At least it's not worth $6.9 million.
Did you know some people came up with the fact that your average American life is worth a little less than seven million in current USD. There's about $46,230,000,000,000 in human life if you listen to the right people. Last I heard you could get someone for a good 6K if you go to the right people.
I need to meet more people.
It seems like a lot of people do think that people are worth a lot. Just check out how many 'Save the Elderly/Cancer Victims/Third-World Stick People/Neonatal Half-Chimps!' types of societies reaching their hand down your pants for some cash. Which you could write off on your tax refund or you could buy more blow. It's a free country.
This world could do a lot better if there weren't so many people. If one person dies, or one million people die, it will not affect our species. Death is rather good. It frees up space for the young and able. Unless the young and able want to use the graveyard.
Loss is nothing.
I think this is just rationalization for my own imminent suicide/murder spree but it could be fit to work for pro-Gay/Abortion/Drugs/Assisted Suicide/Suicide/Murder Sprees. What do you guys think?
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