The title-less ones

So today is friday, and it's not actually that freaky but I couldn't think of a decent title of the post...and now I just have so I'm going to change the title but can't be arsed to delete this sentence.

So...the dance show went spendidly, nothing fucked up so that's good.

My mum gave me this whole big pep talk before I went to get my costume on, not about the dance, we'd already talked about that. No, this was about the world in general. I said something about how the world was full of arseholes and how bad outweighed the good and how if there were so many good people then why was so many bad things happening...and she said the only reason the world seems so bad is that's just how I look at it.

No, dear mother. You're wrong.

You say that because you have had it drilled into your head to accept the world how it is.

"Turn a blind eye, Evita, turn a blind eye."

People just accept it. I hate that. There's a war in afghanistan. Accept it. Some girl was murdered the other day. Accept it. There are arseholes killing animals for no reason except the sick pleasure they get out of it. Accept it.

Accept it, accept it, ACCEPT IT!

No. I can't, I won't!

It's not changing because people are just accepting it. Sure, there are certain things that I will accept. I accept that there are always going to be arseholes in the world. I accept that people have different opinions and music tastes and dress styles to me. I accept that people are bigger or smaller than me. And I don't resent any of them for these things.
I can accept them and I think that people should be more accepting of things like this.

But the more serious things, like crime and animal slaughter and war and sick bastards lavishing in riches while others starve.

Those are things that I will NEVER accept. But no one gives a shit enough to change it. And even the few people who do care...they're a minority. Because everyone else, though not necessarily bad people, just accept it.

Why do I seem to be the only one feeling terribly, horribly guilty about this.

No one else seems to have a wave of guilt when they have a plateful of food (not that I've been eating so many platefuls of food lately), knowing that somewhere there are hundreds of people starving, or when they buy a new coat knowing that there are people out there without clothes freezing their arses off.

And what do people tell me? Accept it!

Bollocks to it. If you can all have some bubble of mediocre contentment fine. But I don't. And I don't want one. It's not right.

See that alone is a reason for not eating. Not just to be thin but in response to the desire to let someone else who's never known a full meal have it instead.

The human race pisses me off so much. Humans think they've come so far in their evolution. Well they haven't. They're still fucking barbaric!

It's like sex. People are so fucking inconsiderate. I have a very strong aversion to anything to do with sex. I can't stand thinking about it, talking about it, reading about it, watching it in films, any of it. And yet the people around me, even my supposed friends who know full damn well I can't stand it, continue to force it into every little thing.
Sex jokes, this person is fucking this person, this film has a completely pointless sex scene in it, this celebrity released this sex tape.

If there was something I knew made someone uncomfortable I would deliberately avoid the subject out of common fucking courtesy. Like my mum, she doesn't like gory things, so if I'm explaining a film to her I'll leave out the gory stuff, of if she asks whether she'd like a film that I've watched and I know it has quite a lot of gore in it I'll say something like "You might like this part of it, but it does have quite a lot of blood and guts so I wouldn't advise watching it."

It like Hope. She knows I can't stand sex and stuff so when we were watching the beginning of Pulp Fiction and she said "I'll warn you and then you can look away of I'll cover your eyes." That is what's called 'consideration'.

People might wanna try it every now and again.

It's like, if I watch something that has psychological undertones, like it has self harm, or someone's a bit doolally, it's very triggering for me, and on of my supposed mates who I won't even get started on cos he's pissing me off so much lately, but he was playing things on youtube and he knows what I get with psychological stuff, and he played this song that has a small video right at the start of this guy who's deformed and he gets strapped to a chair in a mental hospital and forced to have medication and he starts screaming and getting really worked up and I was like, can you turn it off, and he was like, no the song hasn't even started. So I just went outside.

If someone asked me to turn something off, I would. Like I said, common fucking courtesy.

It's like manners. No one has any fucking manners anymore. The amount of people that have fucking walked into me and not apologised. It's not like I'm hard to miss!!!
And what gets me more is the times when you know they've seen you, they don't have any reason for not avoiding shoving into you, but they still fucking do it as if they're fucking royalty!
Bastards. It's not like manners fucking cost anything!!!

Anyway, I'm sorry for that rant. This post started as an update and turned into a full blown rant. Sorry for that.

I'll post later...or tomorrow or something.

Toodles.

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