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Sometimes you just want to get trashed.  You don’t always need a specific reason.  It may be as simple as you haven’t been trashed in months and want to give your mind a little break from thinking.  Unfortunately, I do have a desire to get shit-faced and unfortunately I do have a reason other than ‘it would just be fun.’  Even more unfortunate, I cannot partake right now.

I wish people didn’t bother me so much just by… well just by their presence and their voicing of ignorant and passive-aggressive comments in my general vicinity.  I mean I can handle it if intoxicated;  then I just don’t care.   Even a slight buzz would take the edge off and keep my mind resting calmly in a happy, non-asshole adulterated place.

I’m not the type to confront the ignorance and asshole-edness (it’s my blog- I’ll make up words if I feel like it) head on, so I bring this on myself by not calling them out directly as comments are made.  Instead I seethe and steep in disdain until the next time I am exposed to the same people who naturally pile on more fodder without even realizing it, then I find my resentment at a boiling point.  What to do…what to do…

Posted on August 14th 2012 in Journal

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