Sunday, July 8, 2012

Ain't that the truth

I spend a lot of time reading other peoples' blogs when I should probably be cleaning something, and most of these blogs are written by women who are really religious. I see a lot of "what would Jesus do, say, think", and so on, and on.
I still read the blog because these women are really talented, and I like to see what they are up to.
I have finally accepted that I am not going to be like them but sometimes it still really burns my ass.
I am full of sin, I guess.
I can get really envious of someone even though I like them.
I have a really foul mouth and even though I can have a conversation without being rude, I just don't want to most of the time. I think it is funny, and I love to hear myself talk. I will talk your ear off and not let you get a word in edgewise, not because I don't care what you have to say, but because I do care; it's just that I can't shut the hell up.
I am so sick of reading all this motivational crap and thinking I can do this. The worst one is "if you don't like being fat then do something about it". No shit, Sherlock!  Of course that is what you should do. But did you know that muscle weighs more then fat? So, you can work out like crazy and probably feel better but you will still weigh pretty much the same. Your thighs will probably still touch but they will be muscle. Are you happier now? I didn't think so.
I think the way to go is when it's really bad and you hate looking at yourself in the mirror, go ahead and STARVE yourself for a couple of days and you will feel better. Get a new haircut, hair color or outfit. Shopping always helps.
I have days when I look at myself in the mirror and look for flaws. By the time I have been staring at myself for 10 minutes in the magnifying mirror, I am convinced that I am uglier than sin.
I am so aggresive at times at everybody, I wish I could haul off and smack them right in the face. I get so mad. I don't want to argue or debate about what is bothering  you or me. I want to slap the dogshit out of you until I feel better.
I know it won't solve the issue; who cares about that? This is all in my head, and I can do what I want.
Sometimes I feel really unappreciated because I feel really alone with everything. Of course, I know that I am not alone but it feels good to feel sorry for yourself every once in a while because nobody else feels sorry for you, that's fo sho.
You have gotten this far so I will let you know that there is no rhyme or reason to this post and judging by my stats nobody but my family reads the crap I write anyway. I figured out why, after two years, I have 12 followers; it's because I don't give anything away. I will try that.  Maybe it will help get more bloodsucking greedy-ass vultures who only troll blogs to get free shit.
Thank you for reading my rant and have a nice day!

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