I've got a brace on my wrist. It's difficult to type. I don't know what I did to my hand but it hurts like hell. I'm tired. I'm annoyed. I'm sick with a cold. I'm ready to bolt.
I want to have kids one day, but after spending two hours with twelve teenagers I second-guess that notion. Such ungrateful, disrespectful fuckwads. Not all teenagers on this planet, just the ones I get stuck with on Fridays. They act like their lives are so terrible, but they're all spoiled rotten and absolutely nothing you can do will please them. I'm tired of people saying, "Oh you need to be stern with them." I'm stern and then I'm mocked. They're assholes. Last week they whine and say, Oh can we watch a movie today? This week I showed a movie and they groaned through the entire thing, talking and being totally rude. You want another practice exam? I asked. No, they replied, and continued to talk. I feel like a piece of gravel, constantly being stomped on by disgusting, sticky feet.
To make matters worse, there's this jackass I know who has a talent for stating the obvious as though I didn't know beforehand. He speaks to me like I'm 12 and I absolutely can't. fucking. stand it. And I'm fortunate to see him more than most other people in my life currently. I fantasize about sledgehammers.
I'm craving a beach with blue skies and brown sand. I want a tan. I want to sleep until I feel like it, and then repeat the next day and the next until I'm ready to be finished. I want to be around people I choose to be around. No teenagers allowed, with their shitty Blink-182 and reggae albums blasting. No achingly self-conscious minds. I want tranquility. I want my wrist to stop fucking hurting. I want two days off in a row.
I know there are much worse problems in the world. This is just me venting so I can return to being the "always happy self" people perceive me to be. Luckily I have a movie date to look forward to tonight, and I'm going to lather it on like soap until I start all over again tomorrow.
I might delete this post later when I'm feeling a bit more optimistic. Until then, enjoy my burst of negativity. Saludos!
I want to have kids one day, but after spending two hours with twelve teenagers I second-guess that notion. Such ungrateful, disrespectful fuckwads. Not all teenagers on this planet, just the ones I get stuck with on Fridays. They act like their lives are so terrible, but they're all spoiled rotten and absolutely nothing you can do will please them. I'm tired of people saying, "Oh you need to be stern with them." I'm stern and then I'm mocked. They're assholes. Last week they whine and say, Oh can we watch a movie today? This week I showed a movie and they groaned through the entire thing, talking and being totally rude. You want another practice exam? I asked. No, they replied, and continued to talk. I feel like a piece of gravel, constantly being stomped on by disgusting, sticky feet.
To make matters worse, there's this jackass I know who has a talent for stating the obvious as though I didn't know beforehand. He speaks to me like I'm 12 and I absolutely can't. fucking. stand it. And I'm fortunate to see him more than most other people in my life currently. I fantasize about sledgehammers.
I'm craving a beach with blue skies and brown sand. I want a tan. I want to sleep until I feel like it, and then repeat the next day and the next until I'm ready to be finished. I want to be around people I choose to be around. No teenagers allowed, with their shitty Blink-182 and reggae albums blasting. No achingly self-conscious minds. I want tranquility. I want my wrist to stop fucking hurting. I want two days off in a row.
I know there are much worse problems in the world. This is just me venting so I can return to being the "always happy self" people perceive me to be. Luckily I have a movie date to look forward to tonight, and I'm going to lather it on like soap until I start all over again tomorrow.
I might delete this post later when I'm feeling a bit more optimistic. Until then, enjoy my burst of negativity. Saludos!
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