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Wednesday, August 18   >>


I'm not one to vent. It's not my style. I prefer deliberating to myself to figure shit out. It's the way I was either raised or programmed. Still not sure.

It's also the reason I truly don't give a shit about most people's problems. The way I see it: people don't really have problems, just false illusions or a fucked understanding of what is truly a problem. Shitty car? Not a problem. Flight was canceled? A non-issue. Cable guy an incompetent piece of shit who never showed up? Eh, lost hours aren't that problematic if you're well scheduled.

Let me put it this way. In the past 11 months, I found out my dad was continuing to cheat on my mom with a worthless bag of cunt and had a bastard child behind my family's back. Along the way, I found out some of my family knew this information and supported his decision, all while keeping it from my immediate family, resulting in, quite honestly, some of the biggest examples of betrayal in the record books. Meanwhile, I was forced to move out of my home, look for another place, and get a substantially higher paying job ...within 30 days. Factor in some lost friends, the biggest backstab from a once-best friend (he was the dude who kicked the shit out of me and sent me to the hospital after a rock show), an insanely high hospital bill and, well, you can see that the past year has been quite rough on me. I called my dad a disappointment and demanded that he never speak to me again, lost some direction-less friends, lost my home, and lost, frankly, my sanity for a bit.

It's not to say that my problems are bigger than yours.

It's just me saying, "I'm okay. I'm fucking legit. Look at all the bullshit that has happened to me, and, INCREDIBLY, things are actually much better than I could have ever--EVER--imagined."

Sure, there's the silly lawsuit threats and impending job politics and a slew of other uphill battles coming up, but, really, what's the use in worrying about it?

Next time you think it's rough, think again. Maybe then you'll realize you're nothing but a whiny, self-centered hack.

...a whiny, self-centered hack who can turn that all around.

*And if that doesn't work, think about people who have AIDS and/or starving infants in Africa. If that doesn't give you perspective, you're a vile log of rotting shit.