I try to be nice.
I know, that might seem like Crazy Drunk Talk coming from me, and maybe it is because part of me still feels hungover from last night and wants to maybe vomit on my desk, but it’s the truth.
I really do try – with the emphasis on “try.”
But what I don’t understand, and what makes me not be so nice sometimes, is when people who speak a foreign language feel that they can talk at obscenely loud levels.
Why do they think this okay???
And this is not about being tolerant of other people.
This is about me having to cover my fucking ears to keep them from bleeding when I’m standing next to an Asian couple.
This is about me wanting to strangle a group of Hispanic girls on the train because I feel like if I go to jail afterwards at least I’ll be in a quiet cell. Well, at least until my cell mate tries to make me His Woman.
I don’t care if people are not White/American/Whatever The Fuck! I mean, good for them, I’m a white American male, it doesn’t get any more lame and uninteresting than that.
I just want them to keep their fucking voices down!
Just because no one around understands what they’re saying doesn’t mean they can scream when they’re standing two feet away from each other.
And this goes for American high school girls too, because I have no clue what they’re saying even though they’re apparently speaking in English. All I hear is “like” every fucking third word and it makes me want to throw myself down a flight of stairs.
I can’t fucking take it.
But this is why I have this blog.
So I can tell all of you about how much I hate stuff and how I try and be nice but usually end up being The Asshole Who Said The Wrong Thing.
And hopefully no one is offended by this post, but if you are and you want to talk about it, I only ask that you keep your fucking voice down because I’m right here and I really don’t care what you think anyway.