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bloody tongue
I’ve had to figuratively bite my tongue so many times today that it left me with pent up anger that I just wanted to unleash on anyone around. Poor Clint.
The first thing I didn’t really have to bite my tongue during, but I had to be somewhat polite about it. I got the new Apple magic track pad. It sucks. I hate it. A mouse is so much more efficient. Why the hell anyone would use this over a mouse is beyond me…but I’m having to use it because Clint bought it for me and there’s a 15% restocking fee.
A couple of girls at my gym were commenting on my new hair and saying how much they loved it. I gave them my stylist/friend’s card. The bleach-blonde, dark-root-showing, tacky tanned girl said she’s a cosmetologist so she does her own hair. Wow. She did that on purpose and she likes it that way!
Then I was swimming with a friend and she told me I offended her the other night when we were walking around her apartment complex at night and I said that I didn’t feel safe. She herself said the place is a dump. There are drug dealers living above her. I told her that I’m a bit of a classist because poorer people are more violent and desperate. So she was telling me what a nice house she used to have — they are two of my lowest income friends — blah blah blah. She said she’s not violent and her apartment complex is not that bad. Yet she’s told me before that she won’t let her teenage daughter go for walks by herself. She’s told me she’s worried there will be gun shots when her grandson is at home. She’s told me that not far from there, there was a murder in another apartment complex. Tonight as I was driving over there, there were five police cars in a complex a few down from hers. I told her that statistically speaking, it’s true. I told her if she goes to the news website there’s a crime map of incidents in areas and the most dots are in lower income areas. She said she’s glad she doesn’t live in a low income area. I couldn’t believe it. It took all my will power to get out of the pool and tell her to walk her can’t-afford-gas-ass home.
And my dearest friend. The one for whom I went to church for (that’s another blog entirely) posted on FB that she learned about Catholicism at church tonight, and it was “wow.” I’m curious how someone can believe in people walking on water and coming back from the dead but yet the crazy shit the Catholics believe is too far-fetched.
Bang. Bang. Bang. That’s my head on my new track pad. Now I’m left wondering why I even care what anyone thinks. That’s going to cost me and hour at my shrink next month. I have just been so irritated by people all day. Stupid people not living in reality. The mouse is more efficient. You look like white trash. You ARE white trash. And your religion is just as stupid as every other religion.
I hate that I dislike things about my friends so much that it causes me stress because all I want to do is love them.
