Yesterday as I was sitting in a stiff uncomfortable seat listening to people attempt to be funny (and not succeeding at all, it was quite pitiful) I realized just how sick I am of people.
Don't get me wrong, I'm not sick of everyone, just the cheesy sugar coated smiles and high pitched voices of, "How have you been!?!?!" or "I haven't seen you in forever!" squeals.
Really, we both know you really don't care or even want to endure my answers, so why are you even asking? It's only for your own peace of mind that you are indeed a good person with such an oh so caring soul, which it really isn't, due to the fact that when I force myself to answer your obnoxious questions, you plaster on the fake sugar coated smile and completely look everywhere BUT my very self. Hello. I can see right through you.
So as I was sitting through this teeth grinding and shattering experience I realized just how much that fake people bug me. You know the type, they act one way at church or around their friends, but when a rather attractive looking boy or girl comes along or they're out of church they are a completely different person. Or when they're around you for a minute their intensely sweet and sugary niceness just drips from their over lipglossed faces.
I get so sick of dealing with these retarded people and find myself slowly becoming rude and sarcastic when around them through longer intervals of time. Which, of course, I feel totally guilty about later .
I can't even go outside and enjoy the peace and tranquility of nature without these bathing in straight sugar bimbos. On Saturday I went to the Thanksgiving Point Corn Maze with my fourteen year old brother and our two cousins that matched us both in age.
As we ran around this corn maze getting lost for an hour and thoroughly enjoying ourselves, we suddenly started running into various groups of thirteen to fifteen year old groups of girls. Of course they were all dressed in the latest fashion and loaded with make up trying to pass for the cool older type. When our group walked closer to theirs they suddenly become more perky and loud. I'm talking HEADACHE annoying. They started squealing and catting around at small glances to my brother and cousin Colton. They, being boys, didn't even notice! My brother just commented on how more annoying they were. Then we started making fun of them after we retained a good distance away from them for our safety.
These little girls were running around on their CELL PHONES without any supervision what. so. ever which, in my opinion, is extremely hazardous. To them and other people because I nearly went into a fit of rage and offed them all with my cell phone glare of death.
The only way I could survive the rest of the night is my great ability to have fun no matter what freaking thing comes in my way. But I almost lost it, that's how close it came.
I just want to say in closing, BE REAL. People can see through you, and chances are... they're making fun of you behind your back. Plus it's really annoying and you may subject yourself to extreme harm from passerby. Or me.
