I Hate My Friends
The general consensus here seems to be 13-17 year olds sharing their experiences but let me tell you, as a man coming up to the ripe old age of 22, yes, I know I'm too old to be posting here but to hell with it, I need a good vent.
So, here is my experience not only with what people would loosely refer to as "friends" but with the entire human population I feel forever isolated from. Now I'm not claiming to be easy to get along with over an extended period of time but I sincerely make an effort, at least in the short term to be friendly, helpful and accommodating, which, is not "me" in the slightest. I am an a-hole at heart, at soul, and at my deepest foundations, of course their is the odd exception to "friends" former and current that I have gotten close enough to to consider family. The friends I "love" whatever that word means. But I digress. People, as a whole are evil, two faced, selfish, backstabbing, insincere cun*s.
Whatever happened to politeness, sincerity and care? Has it been lost over the generations? No. It never existed. The people who seem to lead the perfect life (**** them) have insecurities and hate built, hardwired, programmed into them which they lavish onto people to cope with their own stress. I, like many of you (I assume) suffer from a range of mental and personality disorders. No one has ever cut me any slack for my short comings, nor have I asked them to. So why is it that we down trodden youth/adolescent/adults cut other people so much slack? "Aww, your short 20 dollars for ciggarettes? Alcohol? Here, taker hard earned money, pay me back whenever" what the bloody hell is wrong with us? For christs sake, god forbid I ask for a fuc*ing beer because I'm the designated driver who drives everyone around because you f-wits lost your fuc*ing license for drink driving, just because I'm a recovering alcoholic and can barely have two drinks without having a mental breakdown due to my liver not being able to process a six pack anymore.
I'm more than happy to receive a call at 1am on a Friday night asking me to give a group of you a lift from one pub to the next only to have you get out of my car, leaving half empty bottles everywhere, spilling on my f*cking seats and floors, then after everyone has walked off "thank" me and ask half arsedly if I'm coming in. I love the fact that once I get home, jump into bed I'm harassed with am average of 15 phone calls asking me for a lift home, which would be fine by me if once, just once, someone returned the fuc*king favor!!!
But once again, I digress, I apologize for my ramblings, these aren't even the main reasons why I'm venting on this wonderful site, they just popped into my "defective" head. Anyway, people are the worst companion a person can have, wether it's a cheating girlfriend who never really loved you to begin with or an abusiv boyfriend who beats up his spouse, the drug addict mother or father who mistreat and abuse their children, or the ungrateful child from a good home who resents his parents who are the only ones who truly care for you. The bully at school who teased and abused the poor quieter students who wind up with years of self harming and thoughts of suicide. The politicans who manipulate the public into thinking an entire world should go to war with each other. The religion nuts who cause war after war after war after fuc*ing war in the name of "freedom". We are all the product of hate, in one form or another.
As you get older you may think things will get better, that things will change. They won't. If anything your problems become more severe. There is no hope. That being said, don't give up, there is hope for the world, for those willing to accept it. So stock up on your Prozac, Ritalin, seroquel, or whatever anti depressant, anti anxiety or anti psychotic your physician think will help, and pray. Because religious or not, that is all we have left. Hope for a better day that never comes.
So, here is my experience not only with what people would loosely refer to as "friends" but with the entire human population I feel forever isolated from. Now I'm not claiming to be easy to get along with over an extended period of time but I sincerely make an effort, at least in the short term to be friendly, helpful and accommodating, which, is not "me" in the slightest. I am an a-hole at heart, at soul, and at my deepest foundations, of course their is the odd exception to "friends" former and current that I have gotten close enough to to consider family. The friends I "love" whatever that word means. But I digress. People, as a whole are evil, two faced, selfish, backstabbing, insincere cun*s.
Whatever happened to politeness, sincerity and care? Has it been lost over the generations? No. It never existed. The people who seem to lead the perfect life (**** them) have insecurities and hate built, hardwired, programmed into them which they lavish onto people to cope with their own stress. I, like many of you (I assume) suffer from a range of mental and personality disorders. No one has ever cut me any slack for my short comings, nor have I asked them to. So why is it that we down trodden youth/adolescent/adults cut other people so much slack? "Aww, your short 20 dollars for ciggarettes? Alcohol? Here, taker hard earned money, pay me back whenever" what the bloody hell is wrong with us? For christs sake, god forbid I ask for a fuc*ing beer because I'm the designated driver who drives everyone around because you f-wits lost your fuc*ing license for drink driving, just because I'm a recovering alcoholic and can barely have two drinks without having a mental breakdown due to my liver not being able to process a six pack anymore.
I'm more than happy to receive a call at 1am on a Friday night asking me to give a group of you a lift from one pub to the next only to have you get out of my car, leaving half empty bottles everywhere, spilling on my f*cking seats and floors, then after everyone has walked off "thank" me and ask half arsedly if I'm coming in. I love the fact that once I get home, jump into bed I'm harassed with am average of 15 phone calls asking me for a lift home, which would be fine by me if once, just once, someone returned the fuc*king favor!!!
But once again, I digress, I apologize for my ramblings, these aren't even the main reasons why I'm venting on this wonderful site, they just popped into my "defective" head. Anyway, people are the worst companion a person can have, wether it's a cheating girlfriend who never really loved you to begin with or an abusiv boyfriend who beats up his spouse, the drug addict mother or father who mistreat and abuse their children, or the ungrateful child from a good home who resents his parents who are the only ones who truly care for you. The bully at school who teased and abused the poor quieter students who wind up with years of self harming and thoughts of suicide. The politicans who manipulate the public into thinking an entire world should go to war with each other. The religion nuts who cause war after war after war after fuc*ing war in the name of "freedom". We are all the product of hate, in one form or another.
As you get older you may think things will get better, that things will change. They won't. If anything your problems become more severe. There is no hope. That being said, don't give up, there is hope for the world, for those willing to accept it. So stock up on your Prozac, Ritalin, seroquel, or whatever anti depressant, anti anxiety or anti psychotic your physician think will help, and pray. Because religious or not, that is all we have left. Hope for a better day that never comes.
By:
Foreveralone146
Age:
22-25
