Normally I rant about things that piss me off, reasons why people are stupid, and things that I think sold change. In this rant I'm just upset because it's all my fault for being an asshole.
So I got into a squabble with one of my closest friends, the one with the big hair. I invited him to come see me in much ado about nothing (I only had 19 lines, but I didnt think that Nik-my boyfriend-was going to be able to make it, and none of my other close friends were willing to make time for it-except Megan, I love you megan, you're my favorite!- so I really wanted someone there who I knew). I told him it would mean a lot to me if he came, and he old me the same thing he says when the subject of spending money does up: "I'd rather spend it in Europe". (a breif explaination: he's going on a trip through europe NEXT SUMMER and it's all he's talked about since he found out). It was $5. He knew how badly I wanted him to come. And he does douchey shit like this on a regular basis. I hung up, cancelled our plans to hang out, and told him to go fuck himself. We haven't talked since.
For the next week I didn't think much about it. I knew I was right and that he was a douche and that was the extent f my thoughts on the matter. Then on the second night of much ado, I came home afterward and my mom was watching clueless. I instantly thought of him because one of the first times we hung out outside of school we went to my house and watched clueless, and ever since then whenever the topic of attractive celebrities comes up we have to mention how badly we both want to bang Alecia Silverstone. That bummed me out a little bit, but I wasnt really upset until today when I heard a really awful-yet-kinda-clever pun (I forget how it went) and I immediately thought f him. I even took out my iPad to text it to him, but then I remembered that we arent talking.
Here's something slightly embarrassing: every night that much ado ran, I was secretly hoping that he would decide to show up anyway. Nope.
This is all so stupid. I have now lost one of my close friends over five fucking dollars.
Have fun with your five dollars motherfucker. You know five American dollars is only worth 3.8 euros.
Saturday, September 15, 2012
Saturday, September 8, 2012
Ranty rant: grown-ups.
Grown-ups suck. I'm not talking about people who are over 18 (like the lovely and talented Megan) or even people in positions of authority, necessarily. I'm talking about AHH-dults. Ma-TO-ure AHH-dults (a brief explaination: you know you're a grown-up when you stop saying "grown-up" and start saying adult, but the way you pronounce it is all fucked up and it sounds like "AHH-dult". And you stop saying "mature" and start saying "ma-TO-ure"). The kind of people who
-take themselves all super-seriously
-think fun is a waste of time
-act like anything that's not "normal" is taboo, and
-forget what it's like to be young.
In this Ranty rant, I will mainly be focusing on that last one.
Ugh! They're just so patronising. They don't even try to empathise with us. The last time I got truly good advice from an adult (which is different than an AHH-dult, in that they are old and experienced enough to be grown-ups but have decided to be normal people instead) was two years ago. Since then I've had to rely on my own instincts (well, and the Internet) for advice.
Yes, I understand that you're too busy doing grown-up things to worry about us youngsters. Yes, I understand that our problems aren't important. Yes, I understand that in five years we will forget all about it.
But... It's so difficult to do alone.
Don't they remember how much growing up sucked? I mean seriously, who actually likes growing up? Ages 11-17 basically consist of a whole lot of suck. We try our best to just enjoy ourselves, but sometimes it's impossible to ignore things (side note: why do grown ups try to tell us that these are "the best years of our lives"? That can't possibly be true. If it was, suicide rates would be much higher. If these are the best years of my life, I don't even want to know what adulthood is gonna be like).
...GASP!
Maybe that's what The difference between normal adults and AHH-dults is! The normal ones remember their teen years in vivid, painful detail; the AHH-dults just remember the highlights and spend their free time wishing they were carefree teenagers, so they take it out on us because they're jealous.
It's just like the episode of Buffy the vampire slayer where the girls mom casts a spell to make them switch bodies because she thinks her daughter is wasting her youth because she isn't on the cheer leading squad and she stays home and reads on the weekends instead of going o parties, so she takes over her daughters life and just generally fucks things up until Buffy, Giles and willow find a way to undo the spell and imprison the mom's soul in a cheer leading trophy.
...back to reality. I feel like grown-ups are getting less and less stable as time goes by. Today, a lady who must have been in her early-to-mid 50's came in and asked if we had found her car keys, and when we said no she sat down and cried. For three hours. This 55-year-old lady sat in the bakery and cried about her lost car keys for three hours. During these three hours, she must have come up to me three hundred times and asked if I had found them yet. After three hours of hysterical sobs, she asks if she can use our phone to call a locksmith (she's still crying while she does this, by the way, just not quite as hard as before). She calls them, asks me for the address of he bakery, and then sits back down. After five minutes or so, she starts bawling again, comes up to the phone, and calls the locksmith and wails "WHY AREN'T YOU HERE YET?!?" into the phone.
Is that what being a grown-up is like? Do you lose your shit entirely over random little inconveniences? Do they all end up like this eventually? The children may be our future, but these are our role models. WHERE HAVE ALL THE SANE ONES GONE?
-take themselves all super-seriously
-think fun is a waste of time
-act like anything that's not "normal" is taboo, and
-forget what it's like to be young.
In this Ranty rant, I will mainly be focusing on that last one.
Ugh! They're just so patronising. They don't even try to empathise with us. The last time I got truly good advice from an adult (which is different than an AHH-dult, in that they are old and experienced enough to be grown-ups but have decided to be normal people instead) was two years ago. Since then I've had to rely on my own instincts (well, and the Internet) for advice.
Yes, I understand that you're too busy doing grown-up things to worry about us youngsters. Yes, I understand that our problems aren't important. Yes, I understand that in five years we will forget all about it.
But... It's so difficult to do alone.
Don't they remember how much growing up sucked? I mean seriously, who actually likes growing up? Ages 11-17 basically consist of a whole lot of suck. We try our best to just enjoy ourselves, but sometimes it's impossible to ignore things (side note: why do grown ups try to tell us that these are "the best years of our lives"? That can't possibly be true. If it was, suicide rates would be much higher. If these are the best years of my life, I don't even want to know what adulthood is gonna be like).
...GASP!
Maybe that's what The difference between normal adults and AHH-dults is! The normal ones remember their teen years in vivid, painful detail; the AHH-dults just remember the highlights and spend their free time wishing they were carefree teenagers, so they take it out on us because they're jealous.
It's just like the episode of Buffy the vampire slayer where the girls mom casts a spell to make them switch bodies because she thinks her daughter is wasting her youth because she isn't on the cheer leading squad and she stays home and reads on the weekends instead of going o parties, so she takes over her daughters life and just generally fucks things up until Buffy, Giles and willow find a way to undo the spell and imprison the mom's soul in a cheer leading trophy.
...back to reality. I feel like grown-ups are getting less and less stable as time goes by. Today, a lady who must have been in her early-to-mid 50's came in and asked if we had found her car keys, and when we said no she sat down and cried. For three hours. This 55-year-old lady sat in the bakery and cried about her lost car keys for three hours. During these three hours, she must have come up to me three hundred times and asked if I had found them yet. After three hours of hysterical sobs, she asks if she can use our phone to call a locksmith (she's still crying while she does this, by the way, just not quite as hard as before). She calls them, asks me for the address of he bakery, and then sits back down. After five minutes or so, she starts bawling again, comes up to the phone, and calls the locksmith and wails "WHY AREN'T YOU HERE YET?!?" into the phone.
Is that what being a grown-up is like? Do you lose your shit entirely over random little inconveniences? Do they all end up like this eventually? The children may be our future, but these are our role models. WHERE HAVE ALL THE SANE ONES GONE?
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