Monday 5 December 2011

Running the tempers

How can people act the way they do sometimes?

Why are people spiteful, selfish, rude.. ?

Sometimes people just like to pull at your temper, see how far they can push you before you finally flip out.

A guy who deliberately pulls out infront of you, despite it being your right of way.
Seeing someone speed up to get through the one way chicanes seconds before you get there, even though they have to stop for you.
A dude who decides they can just make up their own queue in a store, even though you've been queuing for 10 minutes because a slow-ass cashier suddenly decides today's the day they will attempt to annoy every customer, and when it's your turn, the guy with the new queuing system pushes in before you.
People who do NOT know how indicators work on their motor vehicles!
15 year old lads who think it's great to jump start and rev their ways around the local fields at 2:00am on someones motorbike/ped that someone has spent their hard earned cash on finally treating themselves to their luxury form of transport, or even that their parents have finally saved up to buy for their child on a birthday - instead they decide to ruin peoples lives and use their time, not by contributing themselves to society, but by stealing something that isn't theirs, playing around on it for one night and throwing it in a fire in attempt to burn away their guilt.

Guilt can't be burned.

There's more..
How can someone possibly feel that they can play god in someones life when it takes a turn for the worst? Why do they suddenly feel that they are in charge of what happens to them after they have gone? Why do they think they have a right to stop concerned neighbours, old friends even, from visiting the hospital bed of a seriously ill individual who would want nothing more at that time to see a friendly face.. a bit of kind company..
The worst thing of all, this person was their daughter.. their daughter stopped people from visiting her mother whilst she was on her deathbed. She didn't get to see a friendly face before she unfortunately passed away, she didn't even know her daughter was doing this..
This person even thinks they have the right to phone people up and have a go at them just for getting in touch with their siblings to see how their sick neighbour is recovering in hospital.
After all of that, just before they leave in their car after strip-searching their mothers house for any valuables, they happily wave along to the neighbour who they recently trashed talked and stopped their mother from saying some final things to an old friend.

Do these people not have any morals? No guilt? No conscience? No voice in the back of their spiteful-ridden minds telling them they're taking it too far?
People can't be perfect, but surely by that age they should know the difference between doing what's right, and what's most definitely god damn selfish.

Whilst I'm ranting on, here's a list of other things I hate!

-Women who let their 12 year old daughters stroll around town in their 3" heels that you can tell are killing their feet, but they think they look so damn cool!
-People who let a young baby cry and cry and cry in the middle of a restaurant and don't do a thing about it but ignore them.. so what, you forgot your in a restaurant surrounded by a lot of people trying to eat their dinner without a side-order of screaming baby?
-Justin Bieber (just because)
-People in supermarkets who can tell that your in a rush and trying to get past them but decide to take it nice and slow
-Wackey waving inflatable arm-flailing tube men.
-Spiders who just appear on your wall and act like they pay rent
-People who just can't park close enough to your drivers side door in a supermarket car park
-When your toaster just isn't deep enough to fully toast the entire sides of the bread, so you have to flip it and toast it some more..
-Milk that still has 1 day left before it goes mardy and turns to cheese, but has already acquired that dodgy scent
-having to touch the piece of cutlery that was used to butter something, but has butter also on the handle
-the word moist



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