Aaaaaaaaaaaah!!! That was a scream of pain, frustration, and despair. It's official. It's happened again. I dread going to work. The best thing about my workplace is dogs are allowed to be there. Also, a very cute little girl with a lot of curly blonde hair recently blew a kiss to me. So it only sucks 99% of the time.
I don't talk very much to my coworkers, because I don't wish to participate in certain recurring sorts of conversations. They frequently talk about the meat they like to eat. What am I supposed to say to that? "I hope you fucking choke on it" comes to mind. They also talk about their kids and grandkids. They show pictures as well. What do I say to that? "Now, just how many kids have you brought into this brutal, miserable world to suffer?" That's what I mean by double selfish monstrosities. Eating meat is selfish, because it's cruel, and you don't need it to survive. Bringing babies into this fucked-up, dangerous world is selfish. Procreating is arguably the most selfish thing you can do. Or perhaps eating meat is. They're both way up there. But, unfortunately, for people and animals alike, it's the norm. It's typical. And that's what these people are: typical. They bore and anger the fuck out of me.
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