Ok, look. If you're going to make a big dramatic production about deleting your blog, then don't come back two weeks later when the drama --which had nothing to do with me-- has blown over, and be insulted wondering why I don't stop by.

People do this on forums, too. Someone ruffles their feathers and they make a big announcement about how they're picking up their toys and going home, leaving the forum. Then they're back in a few days. If you wanna leave, then there's the door, if not, whatever, but stop trying to win a fucking daytime emmy.

If you want to leave just do it, like a grown-up, cos every time i see one of these big exit scenes I basically just want to puke on your shoes.

It's A Thin Line Between Love And Hate

I suppose not giving a damn at all isn't on the menu. But then, you've got that down.

don't mind me

don't mind me. the one who adores you. (and no, i'm not talking to the person who posted before me). never mind that it was you who pushed for more. never mind that you got that. never mind that it's so easy for you to make me ridiculously happy, don't trouble yourself. never mind that my friends, and even YOUR friends say more nice things to me than you do. never mind telling me what you would do or would like to do. it's about what you actually do, and it's not much. never mind me. oh that's right, you don't.

I have no idea what it feels like to be cherished. But I do wonder.

The results are in.

It's official.

I QUIT

I quit I quit I quit.

I hate my boss, and now my bosses.
I hate my commute to the land of the privileged.
I hate the dread I feel when I have to see you, "customers".
I hate my duties - answer stupid questions, tell people the same thing OVER and OVER and OVER again. Work 365 days a year. And for what? To be called names when you don't get your way.
That document I sent you twice last month? It hasn't changed. Did you read it?
Are you really such an idiot that you don't understand the rules?
There are only 60 of you. You're all adults. Are you really that incapable of conscious thought?
If you incite a riot, you'll just be all alone in the world to deal with your own problems.
I'm not your mommy.
I'm not your wife.
I don't care if you have a bad day or couldn't afford a nicer place to live or what you think you're owed.
I QUIT.

While we're at it, blond bitch, I hate you. Don't you dare EVER wad up and throw my work away as though it is inferior. The only thing inferior is you. When intimidated, people like you pretend to be better than everyone else and try to distract from reality with bullshit. Well, the director didn't buy it and will fire your ass. I'm sure you go home and have a dog that shits on your floors, a kid that disrespects your every breath and a husband that's screwing around with his secretary. Driving a big SUV doesn't make you feel better? Quit taking it out on me and the people of the world that actually try to get anything done. Do you enjoy being a road block? Because today, I'm taking out all the roadblocks. With a Hummer. Deal with it and get the hell out of my way.
I QUIT.

stuff

It isn't necessary to have all those widgets, movies, weather, counters, translation into Esperanto and whatever all else you have on your blog that makes it take most of the best years of my life to load.

if you hate me, then quit coming to my blog. duh.

if you don't know about something, for goodness sake, just say you don't know, or else just hush. what a concept.

sorry that i keep doing and being what i think i should do and be, rather than what you feel certain that i should do or be. i know it irks you. here's an idea...concentrate on yourself instead of me.

i'd rather be the subject of nasty gossip than the starter or perpetuater of it.

don't keep offering me something you know very well I am allergic to. either you don't care enough about me to remember, or else you can't imagine that anyone is any different from you...you love the stuff and after all, the world stops at the tip of your nose, doesn't it?

the first few pictures of your toddler were cute. the next seven hundred, not so much. your kid is not as fascinating to everyone else as they are to you.

still on other people's children: i know YOUR house is toddler-proofed, and/or you have no boundaries. but if you keep letting Little Precious grab and destroy things off my shelves, i will be forced to launch you both into outer space on the next shuttle.

when we are out together, please don't take every call you get on your cell phone and make me sit there by myself while you yammer away for twenty minutes.

there is no need to make me feel stupid because i don't happen to know about something that you DO know a lot about.

there is no joke that is so funny that it needs to be told at the expense of someone's feelings, who is standing in front of you.

and don't say, can't you take a joke/ i was only kidding. no you werent.

please take all that hipper-than-thou attitude, all that being ok at someone else's expense, and bury it deep somewhere. Soon enough, it will be you who drops the tray, or says something awkward, or doesn't know about something, or isn't dressed quite perfectly. Or hurts someone. And then you will have fallen short and you will be grateful if others don't make sport or capital of it.

you have more power than you think you do, to make someone's life easier or harder, make them feel important or small, hopeful or despairing. A kind word you give may be the only one that person hears all day.

oh and....I don't personally give a rip what "the bible says", or what your personal religious views are.

ok, i'm done.