sometimes, i just need to vent. i keep too much bottled inside. i wish i had a Pensieve to unload my memories in. or a vent dummy. it just has to be dead.
you see, most people are trained to be social and don't do well listening to others ramble on and on about something or another. but i think i am quite a good listener. i don't judge. i don't don't make unnecessary comments. i just listen.
and at times, i find myself in need of said good listener. but i haven't had the good fortune to chance upon such an individual, a tight-lidded one at that. geez.
hypothetical situation. i'm ranting about my mum who's gone psycho, hypothetically speaking, of course.
"My mum's gone crazy".
A: "How can you say that, she's still your mum and you need to respect her."
B: "Maybe she's concerned about you."
C: "Maybe she's just tired and in a bad mood."
D: "Be grateful, kids whose parents have died in the war have no one to take care of them."
E: "Wa. That whowhowho is such a brat, he say his mum's gone crazy, damn rude right?"
F: "Wa. That whowhowho's mother is freakin' crazy man, he say she's done this this this and that."
G: "Yeah your mum's freakin' crazy."
So the above are likely responses from people and they all irritate the hell out of me. except G, maybe, at first, for a little while, but after that they just make me feel like choking someone.
Yes, i know, A and D. I know that, but parents cannot ki siao meh? Har? Still human what. Shut the fuck, go preach somewhere else.
B and C are the ones that annoy me the most. Issue here. Woman's gone ballistic. Not WHY. Just the fact that she's lost it. Shut the fuck and accept that she's gone crazy and stop pondering the random reasons WHY!
And E and F. There's a special place in hell reserved for them. People who cannot shut their pie holes.
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you know what i said about needing to vent? i think i just did. i love my blog. it is perhaps the deadest, most un-judgemental venting outlet there is.
you see, most people are trained to be social and don't do well listening to others ramble on and on about something or another. but i think i am quite a good listener. i don't judge. i don't don't make unnecessary comments. i just listen.
and at times, i find myself in need of said good listener. but i haven't had the good fortune to chance upon such an individual, a tight-lidded one at that. geez.
hypothetical situation. i'm ranting about my mum who's gone psycho, hypothetically speaking, of course.
"My mum's gone crazy".
A: "How can you say that, she's still your mum and you need to respect her."
B: "Maybe she's concerned about you."
C: "Maybe she's just tired and in a bad mood."
D: "Be grateful, kids whose parents have died in the war have no one to take care of them."
E: "Wa. That whowhowho is such a brat, he say his mum's gone crazy, damn rude right?"
F: "Wa. That whowhowho's mother is freakin' crazy man, he say she's done this this this and that."
G: "Yeah your mum's freakin' crazy."
So the above are likely responses from people and they all irritate the hell out of me. except G, maybe, at first, for a little while, but after that they just make me feel like choking someone.
Yes, i know, A and D. I know that, but parents cannot ki siao meh? Har? Still human what. Shut the fuck, go preach somewhere else.
B and C are the ones that annoy me the most. Issue here. Woman's gone ballistic. Not WHY. Just the fact that she's lost it. Shut the fuck and accept that she's gone crazy and stop pondering the random reasons WHY!
And E and F. There's a special place in hell reserved for them. People who cannot shut their pie holes.
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you know what i said about needing to vent? i think i just did. i love my blog. it is perhaps the deadest, most un-judgemental venting outlet there is.
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