Wow my little bloggy Blog has reached the 101st post. How exciting. I was going to write a special blog post as a 100th blog post gift, but I guess since I had forgotten and this is now the 101st blog post, I shall just omit it all together and move on talking about what I actually started writing for. Beware that I'm not going to be very understanding ... possibly something that I'm even critizising about other people, but "mir platzt die Hutschnur" (which roughly translates into "my hat cord is ripping" and basically means "I can't take this shit anymore" ... gosh I love German sayings *haha*).
There are 2 kinds of people out there. The reasonable ones and the not so reasonable ones. The reasonable ones consider facts, other people's emotion, are realistic and compromise. The not so reasonable ones on the other hand are irrational, possibly hurtful, are not very considerate and just blabber shit, for the sake of saying things.
There is this person whose name I do not wish to mention, so I shall just call the person ... errr ... Person X (PX). I'm not actually friends with PX, but I guess our "relationship" could pass as fairly acqainted, just because we have all our classes together and stuff like that. I don't mind PX, great person and all that, but sometimes words come out that just absolutely should not ever surface. When PX first talked to me I kind of rationalized it away as weird and ignored further comments, but over the months these comments just really started piling up. Here's a few of the stuff that apparently I "am" and PX asked me about:
A quick reminder of what I (DON'T) look like...
Dear Person X, I think you are a little nuts. I understand that some people have a boring life and have nothing better to say to me. But, don't try and compensate for whatever it is that you are compensating for and come up with the most random assumptions about me and my life. I believe it's best if you didn't say anything at all. Please refrain from talking to me, until you have sought help for your delusions or possible drug addiction.
Kind regards,
Me!
There are 2 kinds of people out there. The reasonable ones and the not so reasonable ones. The reasonable ones consider facts, other people's emotion, are realistic and compromise. The not so reasonable ones on the other hand are irrational, possibly hurtful, are not very considerate and just blabber shit, for the sake of saying things.
There is this person whose name I do not wish to mention, so I shall just call the person ... errr ... Person X (PX). I'm not actually friends with PX, but I guess our "relationship" could pass as fairly acqainted, just because we have all our classes together and stuff like that. I don't mind PX, great person and all that, but sometimes words come out that just absolutely should not ever surface. When PX first talked to me I kind of rationalized it away as weird and ignored further comments, but over the months these comments just really started piling up. Here's a few of the stuff that apparently I "am" and PX asked me about:
- Am I half indian?
- Am I chinese?
- You are a hippie!
- You are too happy! You are weird when you are happy!
- You look like Bindi (Steve Irwin's daughter) and you are like Bindi .. all outback-ish and stuff!
A quick reminder of what I (DON'T) look like...
Dear Person X, I think you are a little nuts. I understand that some people have a boring life and have nothing better to say to me. But, don't try and compensate for whatever it is that you are compensating for and come up with the most random assumptions about me and my life. I believe it's best if you didn't say anything at all. Please refrain from talking to me, until you have sought help for your delusions or possible drug addiction.
Kind regards,
Me!
[Tune]
Gladys Knight: License To Kill
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