Man oh man, I hate being ill. I haven't been so sick probably since I had pneumonia in middle school. Yesterday I took off of work so I could try and recuperate, and although I do feel somewhat better today, good enough to go to work and not waste my time, I still am pretty miserable.
The one odd thing about it is that since I've been sick I haven't felt even a little stressed out or depressed. Weird. It's like my body is saying "Hey man, we've got more serious shit to think about."
Recently I had a run-in with an asshole on the street, and it might be a bit presumptuous for me to call him an eco-fascist but it certainly seemed that way. Lord knows how I hate eco-fascists. It sort of went like this:
I went to Willie's to pick up some beverages and some snacks, and on the way back home my foot got caught on a plastic bag from Dollar General, which is most definitely not on my block. I tried to get the bag off my foot, but before I could get a hold of it it flew of my foot and went down the street a few steps. Some guy saw this, and said something to the effect of "Hey, you know there's a trash bin right here." If I don't like eco-fascists, I really don't like the ones who misplace their vitriol.
Of course, this prompted me to walk side by side with him to the trash bin, all the while being "lectured" by this fuckhead while I give him nasty looks like "Do you even know what the fuck you're talking about?"
I really really wanted to be a smart ass to him and say one of the following:
"Why don't you say that to the guy who went to DOLLAR GENERAL which is not between my apartment and Wilson Farms?"
"Didn't you see me try to pick up this bag that ain't even mine?"
"Why don't you mind your own damn business, shithead?"
"*Drops Bag* There you go, there's another one for you to pick up."
"*Punch in the head* Fuck off, jerk!"
Of course, I ended up just looking at him like he was (and is) and idiot, and went home to eat my snackies and drink my Diet soda.
Some people..........
The one odd thing about it is that since I've been sick I haven't felt even a little stressed out or depressed. Weird. It's like my body is saying "Hey man, we've got more serious shit to think about."
Recently I had a run-in with an asshole on the street, and it might be a bit presumptuous for me to call him an eco-fascist but it certainly seemed that way. Lord knows how I hate eco-fascists. It sort of went like this:
I went to Willie's to pick up some beverages and some snacks, and on the way back home my foot got caught on a plastic bag from Dollar General, which is most definitely not on my block. I tried to get the bag off my foot, but before I could get a hold of it it flew of my foot and went down the street a few steps. Some guy saw this, and said something to the effect of "Hey, you know there's a trash bin right here." If I don't like eco-fascists, I really don't like the ones who misplace their vitriol.
Of course, this prompted me to walk side by side with him to the trash bin, all the while being "lectured" by this fuckhead while I give him nasty looks like "Do you even know what the fuck you're talking about?"
I really really wanted to be a smart ass to him and say one of the following:
"Why don't you say that to the guy who went to DOLLAR GENERAL which is not between my apartment and Wilson Farms?"
"Didn't you see me try to pick up this bag that ain't even mine?"
"Why don't you mind your own damn business, shithead?"
"*Drops Bag* There you go, there's another one for you to pick up."
"*Punch in the head* Fuck off, jerk!"
Of course, I ended up just looking at him like he was (and is) and idiot, and went home to eat my snackies and drink my Diet soda.
Some people..........
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