Showing posts with label ranting. Show all posts
Showing posts with label ranting. Show all posts

Tuesday, 10 November 2015

People who ruin your day as soon as you wake up



Ever woke up in a good mood only to have it ruined by a dickhead? 
I have far too often.

For me this comes in the form of being woken up by; shouting/loud conversations, people stomping up and down stairs, hoovering, doors slamming, cupboards slamming and my favourite bickering (when two people are arguing/disagreeing but not overly aggressively more when a teenager is told to do something and they fight out there cause with a parent, that kind of thing).

This is at most inconsiderate and disrespectful or at least absent minded and just a little bit cunty. The biggest problem I have with this is that I am the kind of person who if I knew someone hadn’t got to be up early, if it was their one day off from work say, I would make sure to be quite in everything I did. But again that’s just me. It seems a lot of my problems with other people stem from the fact that I expect more from them because I would go out of my way to not impact someone’s day negatively. From my life experience it seems we are the 1%, the thinkers, the considerate.

This is not completely an act of being woken up prematurely mind you. This also comes in the form of people moving your stuff. This is my number one hate with people you have to live with. Nothing winds me up more than not being able to find something I need/want to use as it has been moved from the place where I left it. The worst thing about this for me is I could understand moving my stuff if I in fact left it on the floor in the middle of a communal room for people to trip over, but I wouldn’t do that as I am a pretty considerate person as stated before. I mean come on moving a wallet from one shelf to another is not tidying, its borderline mental illness and is completely unnecessary unless the original location of the wallet was taking up space in which something else is more suited, which is never the case the original location is always left bare and unused merely two feet from the new location (this is a personal one can you tell?).
What annoys me more is when the same person who moves your shit then leaves I don’t know let’s say a handbag on the stairs, about three or four steps up pushed to the side but with the strap lying across the step like a bear trap waiting to latch onto your ankle but instead of nearly cutting your foot off, gravity sends you flying back down those four steps, which might as well be a ten foot drop as the butterflies in your stomach have no concept of falling distances. This however has never actually happened to me but I’ve had a few near misses.

Shared bathrooms are also hard in a house full of inconsiderate people. I luckily have a toilet in shed that’s attached to our house for “emergencies”. Thank God, Allah, Buddah and Bruce Wayne for that outside toilet, its saved my ass (more like my underwear) more times than I can count due to people having long showers or cleaning the bathroom at 8 a.m.

Unfortunately, there is sweet fuck all you can do about this most of the time and your best bet is to sit out the shit storm (sometimes a little more literal than I’d like) and dream of a day where you can live alone in a cave away from horrible people. You might even befriend a fox and a squirrel and live happily ever after in a sort of mashup of Jungle Book and The Animals of Farthing wood. (Oh shit, I’ve finally lost it).

But anyway on a serious note as Fleetwood Mac say “Don’t stop thinking about tomorrow”, and even though you might still be stuck surrounded by these people tomorrow you wont be for the rest of your life, so for now work at getting away, make a plan so that you will never have a morning ruined again.

Sunday, 8 November 2015

People who whisper



If there’s one thing that’s childish as fuck its whispering. Why the fuck would you do it? It’s rude as fuck. If you’ve got something to say announce it to the whole room don’t be such a coward. And don't be so fucking disrespectful.

This is about all I have to say on this matter.

Short and sweet.

But seriously if you’re in a room full of people don’t fucking whisper.

Fuck it! I’m punching the next cunt who whispers around me.


END OF. 

HAPPY SUNDAY

Saturday, 7 November 2015

Dull/Boring People - Only boring people get bored



Aaaah another day another rant.

Dull/Boring people, the ones who are not interested in anything at all, no hobbies, no desire, no passion, no life? The last one is possibly a bit harsh but fuck it they’re so dull they’ve never even heard of a blog let alone read one.

Now I may have made that sound like they do nothing, but that’s laziness not boringness. These people do…some stuff, but its always watered down. It’s half a shandy instead of a can of special brew. They might watch Twilight but never The Walking Dead. They’ll accept a can of coke but never a gram (couldn’t resist that last one).
But seriously every aspect of their lives is as dull as possible they surround themselves with romantic novels and watch The Great British Bake off yet would never bake a cake themselves.

Their music taste is pop music from their teen years, the years when they were slightly less dull. Yawn, even typing this up is boring me.
These are nine till fivers, paint the walls magnolias, broadsheet readers.

Picky eaters also fall into this category. Chips do not count as continental just because you call them French fries. Not willing to try anything new and straight up afraid of the world are these people living or merely surviving? (I think I’m going to be saying that a lot on this blog).

If I never tried new music, never tried a new cuisine, never read a book I wasn’t sure about, never watched a film that wasn’t out of my comfort zone or never did things I was told not to do I would be one of these pointless, boring lemmings and I don’t think I could hack it, although if you know no different I suppose you don’t see that anything’s wrong. Its like the people who only get their news from one source, the sheeple if you will who read The Daily Mail and watch BBC news at 6 and think they are people of the world while they are being force fed bullshit news and being told which politicians to love and which to hate, when we really know that the only correct way is to hate all of them.

Don’t be boring. I’m never bored there are too many books I’ve never read, too many songs I’ve not listened to, too many films I’ve not seen, too many people I know nothing about.

That last ones a biggie (and I don’t mean smalls) some of the coolest shit I’ve learned has come from people that I didn’t know anything about until I found them. The biggest one for me is the writer Hunter S. Thompson, a man who I have no idea how I found, but once I read my first book of his (Kingdom of Fear) I was hooked. What a guy! A drug addled, gun wielding, speed freak who lived his 67 years to the fucking fullest.

“Life should not be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside in a cloud of smoke, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming "Wow! What a Ride!” – Hunter S. Thompson

If you ever wanted a reason to get off your arse and do something that’s it folks. I’d much rather die at 150mph on a 1200cc Ducati at 50 than be 80 riddled with cancer or worse dementia. Now that might seem harsh but its truthfully my view on things.

Remember folks only boring people get bored.

Burn out folks, don’t fade away.

Friday, 6 November 2015

People who don’t respect you




If there’s one thing I hate, it’s a lack of respect from people. Now that may have made me sound like a pensioner, in fact that definitely made me sound like a pensioner but oh well they’re not all bad, I mean they do always have sweets, even if they are Werther’s Originals. But anyway back to business.

The people I’m talking about are the kind of people who for lack of a better phrase look down their noses at you, the kind of people who are ignorant to anyone else’s way of life that isn’t their own. These people are usually beige, not even beige, more magnolia or even cream in colour and the only reason they aren’t plain white is they might have smoked a cigarette once, or possibly been clubbing, they may even have a small easily hidden tattoo. The most boring type of people you will ever meet. The type of people who are born, work, live and die in the same town for 70 odd years until they expire. They may be survivors but they never really live. I may have stolen that but I can’t remember where from if I have so lets just pretend its mine.

These are the kind of people who will jump at any chance to have a snide little comment the kind of comment when someone in the room asks if somebody has moved something they chime in with a “Well I haven’t moved, it have I?” this can also come in the form of a “Well it wasn’t me, was it?”. They are usually passive aggressive people who would shit themselves if you merely raised your voice to them.

These ugly (always personality, sometimes physically) people are the kind of people who put themselves on pedestals and will be quick to put you down if you’re out of work or trying to do something that they deem “different” even though they are so vanilla, strawberry seems like a walk on the wild side to them (but more on dull, boring people in the future).

I guess what I’m getting at is that there is no need to ever be like this with people, not really. I always think that there is no one set way to live your life. Some people are rich, some are poor, some love their jobs, some hate their jobs, some fat, some thin. No need to carry on I’m sure you get it. The thing is everyone wants different things from life and defines success in a different way. My definition of success is that of the legend that is Bob Dylan - “A man is a success if he gets up in the morning and gets to bed at night, and in between he does what he wants to do.”

That quote is sugar for me even if its shit for you. That sums up my philosophy on life quite well.

The worst thing about this type of person is they come in so many forms they might be just some do-gooder with their nose in the air, or they could be a middle manager at some pointless company who doesn’t seem to realize how easily they could be replaced by some other robot, or even an artist (this one saddens me I hate it when creative people are negative).

I guess what I’m getting at is distance yourself from these people and when/if you ever become more successful than them never let them forget it, you know unless they are a perfect stranger, I’m not condoning stalking strangers to prove a point here.

Thursday, 5 November 2015

Intro – Bite Your Thread


How fucking cliché here’s an introduction post. But oh well I thought it was worth explaining this Blog and what it’s about.

I will do so by first explaining the title of the Blog.

“Bite Your Thread” - Compose a well thought out response and not post it because it is socially or otherwise better not to.
“They’re very stubborn. Don’t waste your time on them, bite your thread.”

Now my idea of this Blog is sort of the opposite, it is to compose a response to something verbal or physical that happens to me and to then post it instead of saying it to the person in real life.

It’s that simple, someone pisses me off with their words or actions or just generally annoys me with their existence (which happens a lot). I simply post it here in rant form which will hopefully be amusing in a comic sense, give you someone to empathise with or at the very least make you glad you’re not me.

Oh shit, I’ve just thought this sounds like it’s going to be some sort of rant therapy to stop me being violent or otherwise cunty to people in my real life… Well you know what it might actually be just that.

Anyhoo that’s the intro done keep checking back to see what type of person has pissed me off on that particular day, be it a loud snoring stranger on a train or a middle aged white man in BMW who thinks he’s the only one on the road.

Just realised a better title for the Blog would have been Biting My Thread but oh well I’ve made it now too late.