Passive Aggressive Defecation

And as I listen to them call him a cunt, I can't help but have my blood boil, my flesh crawl, and my white hot rage burn so brightly that it would blind them to look at it. Who knows what garbage was fed to them. They are wastes of skin and blood as it is, even more compounded by the unending filth that spews out of their mouths. Add to it an incomplete, yet self-satisfying, knowledge of events and people and you have a two headed fuck tard that makes snide, condescending remarks in regards to things that have NO FUCKING IDEA about, let alone any business speaking of.

And I ask the question, "Why do I care?"

Beyond the very immediate concern of having to endure this stream of atrocities, my own metal fortitude needed a good fumigation after listening to it for far too long, there is kin to think of. Not to mention, my idea of a good time does not include sitting and listening to the drunken emotional pain. Do not misinterpret me in saying that I belittle the sufferings of others. Genuine pain is genuine pain, no matter the source. But that right there is exactly the kicker. GENUINE PAIN! This self serving, self destructive, pity party, feel sorry for me bullshit that seems to be so popular now-a-days is beyond irritating. It used to be an annoyance, now it is straight up angering. It has its equivalent physical manifestation too.

I am surrounded by this and it is KILLING ME.

I wish I could live a tale like that of John Henry. I wish it were that simple. There is a physical opponent who represents all the things that I see. I am allowed to contest with this opponent, even to my own death. Yes, I wish that. Instead, a passive aggressive nature is forced upon us. Things get neutered out. We aren't allowed to be human. Repression is the name of the game. Repress all that makes you human, evil, animalistic. Repress it so that it only comes out when you are drunk. That way people will feel better because they can write it of in their minds as, "Oh he just had a few too many. He didn't mean it." That way you won't offend anyone and you can use that as an excuse later. "Hey sorry man. I was totally wasted." Dick. I don't drink around other people for this very reason. That excuse is not valid. One drop of alcohol never touched my lips. I meant everything I said. But you were drunk so hey, it doesn't matter. This is the formula. YOU ARE NOW SOCIALLY ACCEPTABLE!! Congrats you fuck.

I will hammer so hard that it breaks my heart. I will lay down my hammer and die.

I wash myself in this and it disgusts me. I have to be funny and it saddens me. I live in this and it kills me.
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