At risk of sounding like a raging, mankind-hating bitch, I'd like to devote this blog post to the amazing art of ranting and the great feeling it gives me to get things off my chest.
Okay, perhaps I am at least a bit of a mankind-hating bitch.
But the reality of it all is that in general, our society is beyond stupid. And while I'm all for live and let live, that does not mean it can't annoying the living daylight out of me. Or as my friends like to say:"but Mascha, you don't like anybody." It can be about anything really. About the fact that I have a friend who won't stop ralking, or about the guy who looked at me like I had sprouted three extra heads Hydra-style just because I pointed out to him that his sleazy comment would deduct 30 points from his Hogwarts House (the world revolts around House points and you cannot convince me otherwise).
The thing is, ranting is honest. There is nothing quite as fun as watching your hyper-friendly bff get rid off all her pent up frustrations. It is like watching a trainwreck unravel and it is so good.
I have been told that I'm mean, simply because I notice how insanely stupid some things are. Because I antagonize myself over the fact that so few people lack proper brain capacity or knowledge of how to use that what they do have. Because I point out what it is that annoys me without fear or hesitation, because I figure that it's better if they know so they can change and if they don't want to I know not to waste my time.
Okay, I suppose my subtlety skills could use a lot of work.
So how do we deal with a world in which everyone is so hyper-sensitive that you can't say what you mean anymore? I don't know about you, but something about being politically correct just for the sake of it gives me the heebie jeebies. So we write silly blogs that don't really have a purpose, or we bombard our friends with frustrated speeches about the uselessness of our existence if people are not willing to learn. And they'll tell us not to get so worked up about things we can't change. Because that totally helped anybody ever.
Perhaps next time I should just proceed to head-desk into eternity.
Then I definitely prefer writing this blog for my own entertainment.
Okay, perhaps I am at least a bit of a mankind-hating bitch.
But the reality of it all is that in general, our society is beyond stupid. And while I'm all for live and let live, that does not mean it can't annoying the living daylight out of me. Or as my friends like to say:"but Mascha, you don't like anybody." It can be about anything really. About the fact that I have a friend who won't stop ralking, or about the guy who looked at me like I had sprouted three extra heads Hydra-style just because I pointed out to him that his sleazy comment would deduct 30 points from his Hogwarts House (the world revolts around House points and you cannot convince me otherwise).
The thing is, ranting is honest. There is nothing quite as fun as watching your hyper-friendly bff get rid off all her pent up frustrations. It is like watching a trainwreck unravel and it is so good.
I have been told that I'm mean, simply because I notice how insanely stupid some things are. Because I antagonize myself over the fact that so few people lack proper brain capacity or knowledge of how to use that what they do have. Because I point out what it is that annoys me without fear or hesitation, because I figure that it's better if they know so they can change and if they don't want to I know not to waste my time.
Okay, I suppose my subtlety skills could use a lot of work.
So how do we deal with a world in which everyone is so hyper-sensitive that you can't say what you mean anymore? I don't know about you, but something about being politically correct just for the sake of it gives me the heebie jeebies. So we write silly blogs that don't really have a purpose, or we bombard our friends with frustrated speeches about the uselessness of our existence if people are not willing to learn. And they'll tell us not to get so worked up about things we can't change. Because that totally helped anybody ever.
Perhaps next time I should just proceed to head-desk into eternity.
Then I definitely prefer writing this blog for my own entertainment.