An Observation:

Hearing the music you love can make anything seem alright again.....

a lighter story...

back when I was a tiny teen of a mere 15 years, I lived with (shacked up, cohabited, made fuck with) a guy and we shared a studio apartment with two roommates. We were all slobs of the near-highest order and after four months I was entertaining someone who asked me two pertinent quesions: 1)"do you have a light?" and 2)"what kind of carpet do you have?"

Both questions were unanswerable by any of us at the time.

We had an emergency household meeting and made two discoveries:
1)No one was stealing lighters, they were disappearing of their own accord.
2)We really needed to clean up the place.

We set about cleaning up as a team. Many friends were temporarily lost as we insisted they either join the fray or leave us in in OCD peace.
We actually made many discoveries while cleaning up, the most important being that the stove really was functional and the bathroom sink didn't "naturally" leak. Much rejoicing at the finding of serviceable cans of food in the pantry we had never opened.

We found out that we didn't have carpeting; our floor was wood painted a kind of industrial green. (which might explain our confusion upon ingesting various forms of recreational inebriants and staring at the "grassy knoll" that was lurking under all the paper tossed on the floor)

We discovered (dum-de-da-DAH!!) the breeding grounds of all the lighters we thought we "owned".

Apparently, lighters DO congregate, they DO have conception, and they DO spawn new lighters.

This fact has been proven to my satisfaction

BIG RANT AHEAD:

( BIG RANT AHEAD: )

BTW

all my dear concerned friends....

thanks but please stop telling me I am overreacting.

I sit here and read about people upset because

their intended beloved doesn't like them,
their friends don't understand them,
their lives are not running smoothly,
they can't buy something they want,
they missed seeing someone,
someone said something mean about them,
their heart is closing off,
their heart is being broken,
their heart is nowhere to be found,
they have no friends,
they have no lover,
they have no home all to themself,
they don't like their job,
they don't have a job,
they don't have a lover,
they don't have the latest video game,
they don't have a clue,
they are disappointed by their "friends",
they are disappointed by their "lover",
they are disappointed by the whole human race,

whatever

These are all legitimate concerns and worthy of being upset and ranting so far as I am concerned.

Generally, I do not rant about these things very much myself. Most of the time I am a fairly happy person... when I am not upset with MYSELF or MY situation.

But I had a REALLY shitty month, okay? I've reached my limit of patience right now... I am not obligated to sit and silently listen to people bitch endlessly about theoretical problems with their own perceptions of humanity.


I do believe I have earned the right to pick something to get offended by.


Let me make it simple for everyone:

AS A MEMBER OF HUMANITY, I CAN NO LONGER TOLERATE THE INSULTS THAT ARE SLUNG ON A DAILY BASIS AT ME. I HAVE REACHED MY LIMIT.

Bitch about whoever is bugging you, but please contain it to the realm of the actual person PLEASE????
PLEASE????

Humor me for a week, PLEASE?????