Shut the Fuck Up!!!!!!

I'm so sick and tired of having to deal with the popularity of American football!  I don't give a fuck about it at all!  Oh, you're so offended that players aren't standing for the national anthem, but you're apparently fine with extreme animal cruelty, because you support it regularly by buying meat, you fucking hypocrite!  You care more about a flag, a fucking piece of cloth, than flesh and blood animals: your fellow earthlings!
I have to hear people, at work, talking endlessly about football.  It's a good thing the players have a week off between games, cause it gives these morons plenty of time to talk about football!  I've walked by groups of coworkers, where one of them is pontificating so solemnly about football, and the rest of them are listening with apparently the utmost respect.  What a fucking joke!  How about talking about something more meaningful: like fucking anything!  Here's a thought.  How about discussing what cruel, selfish shits you are to support animal cruelty by buying meat?  Rather talk about football?  Then shove a football up your ass!  Just think of all the new insights you'll glean about the game with a football up your ass!  That'll put it in perspective quite well ("Footballs are bigger than I thought!").  If you really knew as much about football as you think you do, then you wouldn't be working here; you'd be making a living by betting on it! 
Wow.  A quarterback handed the ball off to a running back, and he was tackled after gaining a few yards.  How many times has that happened?  Millions?  Billions?  It is boring, and it happens all the time in football games!  Wow.  The quarterback threw the ball out of bounds.  Again, it happens all the time, and it is boring.  The only people who should care about football are those who are profiting from it: players, coaches, commentators, etc.  As for the rest of you (who care about football), get a fucking life!           

Things People Care About More Than Animals

This is a list of things people care about more than animals (especially animals like pigs, cows, and chickens, etc.)-money (obviously), TVs, football, golf, basketball, baseball, NASCAR, soccer, tennis, ping pong, Tiddlywinks, god, Jesus, flags, Scandal, phones, The Price Is Right, what they look like, wallpaper, cars, Wheel of Fortune, soap operas, shoes, shoelaces,  tools, furniture, bug spray, hammocks, paperweights, Jeopardy, their weight, letter openers, their lawns, pens, Frisbees, hula hoops, jewelry, crystals, alcohol, drugs, bubblegum, bubble bath, sex, The Walking Dead, etc.
I could go on and on here, but the point is obvious.  To the average person, animals' lives are practically worthless.  I may have mentioned this here before, but I'll probably never forget this line from a movie called The Boost.  James Woods' character bought a car and a dog for his wife.  He said something like, "A $50,000 car and a $2 mutt: go figure."  I think this was meant to be a funny line, but it makes me very sad, because it's true.  Dogs are pretty much free to adopt, but they're put to sleep because they're not wanted.  It seems to me like the only way to enjoy life with all this suffering going on is to have no conscience.
 

Frenemy

I'm trying to let go.  I've been thinking obsessively about my former best friend.  As previously mentioned, I have OCD,  He is a very mean, angry person who has yelled and screamed at me many times for no good reason.  He has kicked me out of his house twice.  I'm very angry about all the shit I've taken from him.
As mentioned previously, I have depression.  I've read books about it.  You're supposed to have friends.  I suppose this is why I've taken so much shit from him.  I was thinking, he's a very angry asshole, but it's better than having no friends.  He knows I have depression, but, obviously, that didn't stop him from being cruel to me.
I'll tell the story of one of the times he kicked me out of his house.  He's an avid gambler.  He talks at length about it, which bores the hell out of me.  Anyway, we were watching a college football game.  As previously mentioned, I don't give a fuck about football, but it was his house, so he had control of the remote.  This happened to be a good game.  One team, that had been way behind, was making an improbable comeback.  I was cheering for them.  My former friend, B, became angry with me, because he had bet against the team.  I couldn't believe it.  He accused me of fucking with him by cheering for the team.  He became very angry.  I pointed out that, if he was losing his bet, it was his fault, and his fault alone, because he placed the bet.  He kicked me out of his house over that bullshit.
I could go on and on about what an asshole he has been to me, and perhaps I'll add to this.  But I'm just trying to let go of my obsessive anger.     

Fuck American Football

One of the most annoying things one has to deal with in this country is the popularity of American football, which I couldn't care less about.  As a lover of animals, I'm truly offended that the average American cares so much more about these meaningless football games than the extreme, widespread suffering that people are forcing animals to endure.
At work, I've seen guys standing around, talking so seriously about football, as though it mattered more than nothing, which it doesn't.  The only people that should care about football are those who are profiting from it: the players, coaches, owners, commentators, etc. 
It's not as though I never cared about it.  I was a big sports fan when I was a kid.  Then, one year, my baseball team, the Yankees, won the World Series again.  I watched the players jumping around like happy children, and it did nothing for me.  What happens when "your team" wins?  Does a million dollars get directly deposited into your bank account?  Of course not.  I essentially went from being a pro sports fan to not caring about it at all in that moment.
At work one day, in the break room, a coworker was watching a football game on TV, but that wasn't enough.  He felt the need to talk to me about the game, even though I was trying to read a book.  Apparently, the book in my hands wasn't enough of a clue that I didn't give a fuck about the game.
Football is boring.  The playoff game that my coworkers were going crazy over yesterday wasn't even close.  One team clobbered another.  How many times has a quarterback handed the ball off to a running back, who ran for a few yards before being tackled?  Over and over and over again.