Often I’m treated like a bitch. When I complain it comes out like diarrhea, when others complain I try to pick up their diarrhea… like a bitch. Either I’m the fly, or the shit. Always unwanted drama. At work a couple of weeks ago, a guy got layed off for being too sensitive (in a nut shell), he’s a bitch I can identify with. At least he tried to work busier than some of those other bitches. He was just less of a cock and crucified for it. Anyway, today, since I was “being good” and busy earlier, I missed out on the game of musical chairs for shit to do later, therefor I became the homeless jew with little to do but let my tiredness creep up into my asshole and dance me around like a little hand puppet without a play. I was being bitchy (accidentally) to a bitch I like, and then got bitched out by the boss to get my bitch-ass busy elsewhere. I don’t blame any one but myself, but would feel better about myself if I could blame others instead. I’ll probably be one of the next baby wipes to get tossed. I bitched to my girlfriend later, but I was starting to realize, “I’m acting like such a bitch”. We’re splitting up anyway so it was nice of her to endure the diarrhetic dissertation. Certain “secure” people seem very solid, stoic, sexy and silent. What is that like? For me, every step I take feels like one heart beat closer to cold, hard death and I can’t help the anxiety this gives me. Is this illness? Or sobriety?! I think some people could use a taste for therapy, but otherwise, it’s hard being a guy who’s a neurotic bitch. Today was a real bitch as well. This is just another drop in the bucket in this vast, indifferent universe. —Tragic Hero
This article appears in Jul 21-27, 2011.
You are a little bitch!!!!
Best freestylin’ EVAH!
You fucking whiner and drama queen – you are the one making yourself miserable with your self-churned drama. The only way to stop it is to keep your silly runaway gob shut and engage your brain before the first word farts out. You’ve picked a great way to alienate people. Grow the fuck up.
What. The. Fuck.
I feel like I might just have a panic attack reading that. I don’t really understand. Is this like one of those bitches that nobody but the OP is supposed to get and it’s more like a reflection? Yeah, let’s go with that.
Hmmm, sounds to me like someone got pissed over at their work. Or maybe that’s just your take on it. This is my first time to comment on anything here, and it llooks like it just might be my last.
Are there any real problems out there, that does not in clude buses, bikes, pissed off employees, or smoking or a host of other verbal shit like I’m seeing now. I have noticed that there are quite ca few missing from here, and looking at this, I need wonder no more where they went. Person writing, get a life, or live in a cave, for the rest of yours. The real world is a very scarey place.
Someone needs to get back on their meds.
After the first line I was confused. By the second I was stunned. By the third I was sure I was going to pee myself laughing! Like my man Ivan said: Best Freestylin’ EVAH!
Wow, this has a distinct “sock puppet” flavour to it…
Love it! 😀
Tragic Hero said:
“Certain “secure” people seem very solid, stoic, sexy and silent. What is that like?”
It gets me through the day. I could tell you my secret but then I’d have to . . . you know . . .
You certainly have a flair for the dramatic OP,not to mention alliteration. As far as your situation is concerned, you need a pair of safety socks. When you have the urge to say something just stuff those socks in your mouth.
I became the homeless jew with little to do but let my tiredness creep up into my asshole and dance me around like a little hand puppet without a play
LOVE IT!
This is either the return of Survivor or McGail
Histrionics aside, grammar and use of language rule out both as “persons of interest”
You should become friends with zed. He’s seemingly got that “hold it all in until you’re angsty and miserable 24-7” thing down. You sound like you need some of dat, yo’.
One of you has posted a comment in a nailhead hitting way that has made my day for reasons that shall remain forever unspoken. Muchos gracias. Grazie. Wela’lin. Merci beaucoups. Thank you.
Lemme guess….
http://www.khrissoden.org/comics/comics000…
>; )
It’s not Survivor.
She just brought me a martini from the kitchen bar and I can verify her “whereabouts”(mmmm, yeah) for the last while.
I’d make this whiny pussbag my bitch.
dude, people are stomping on you… grow a set.
Nope, Sheik Sir. But great link. Merci-ful-buckets!
Its one thing to be too nice but to play the victim card because you’re too nice has been done time and time again. Take Z’s advice and grow a set. (I had to read this bitch twice and I still don’t follow)
tl;dr. I don’t really know what this bitch is about :/
You had me at homeless jew…
WOW
Must be a retail bitch.
I stopped trying to understand your bitch after the first 68 words.
Somebody very wise (maybe Judge Judy?) once said that when people complain, it is just a backhanded way of saying how great they are in comparison. If someone needs to be let go at your place of business, maybe the whiney-ass crybaby will be the next one to go…
have a drink op
He sees himself as “an object among other objects,” a “thing in the world.”
All very existential, of course, one could almost say “postmodern.” But the question is whether it is Sartrian or Deleusian exentialism/postmodernism.
Write down your thoughts.
Montrealman is watching.
A pleasure as always.
Cheerio!
“I feel like I might just have a panic attack reading that. I don’t really understand. Is this like one of those bitches that nobody but the OP is supposed to get and it’s more like a reflection? Yeah, let’s go with that.”
Yeah.. That.
OP: I like you. but i dunno if uni is indifferent. maybe but something isnt, or there is at least some balancing force or somethings.
Stupidist bitch ever. Fuck off and keep your personal shit to yourself like everyone else. Nobody cares to hear about your bad day or the spineless way you deal with your problems. Grow a set and if that doesn’t work there’s always a happy pill.
Don’t worry OP, your little voyage shouldn’t last too much longer: a few more hours of clawing your face and then you’ll finally be sober enough to sleep!
Bitch, please!