Showing posts with label people. Show all posts
Showing posts with label people. Show all posts
Wednesday, July 17, 2013
People and Opinions.
It's very hard openly stating an opinion without being afraid that some asshole is going to say something to put it down. Which sort of just happened to me. I stated an opinion - a thought, even - and right away two people commented saying that my opinion is wrong. I was going to ignore them because I knew that was stupid, but I decided to stand up for myself. I commented, saying that it was my only my opinion. They could have theirs but I have mine. And then one of them said that if I don't agree with their opinion then I can get "get out" - an actual quote. It started a whole argument and it started stressing me out and upset me. I get people have their own opinions but why do you have to be rude about it? If you don't like it, then say it's not for you, and leave it at that. Don't go into detail as to why my opinion is stupid and yours is perfect.
Tuesday, April 2, 2013
The Bus
I was gonna post this yesterday but I was super tired. So I'm gonna write about it now. The bus. I don't mind taking the bus, sometimes there is a good looking guy there. Sometimes you see a friend on it. But sometimes I get really frustrated. It's just some people are rude. They sit on the isle seat so no one can sit beside them. I find that is the rudest thing. I get if you have bags and use the other seat to put your bags on but if not then sit by the window and let others sit beside you. Be nice.
Also, when you stop in the middle of the isle and slightly move a bit so people can barely pass you, that is rude.
Anyways, yesterday that all happened. But there was one good thing that happened. This punk looking girl with her head half shaved asked an old man if he wanted her seat. I thought it was a great example for everyone and a great ay to throw away stereotypes.
Besides the bus thing, I had a good time. I took my mum out to dinner and a movie for her birthday (which is on the fourth) and she enjoyed it. Plus it wasn't too expensive for me which is a bonus, right? Haha.
Wednesday, March 13, 2013
The bus.
You know what really bugs me? When you see someone sitting on the bus and they're sitting on the isle seats with no one sitting beside them.
It's like they don't want anyone to sit with them so they sit on the isle seat looking like a fucking dick.
Just stop. Stop. No one likes you and you look like a fucking idiot when you have to move over to let people sit beside you, you ass.
Thursday, February 7, 2013
Religion & Gays
I know this is a touchy subject for some and if you're easily offended about this cover your eyes or leave cause I'm talking about it.
I was on Instagram yesterday and someone posted a picture about something religious and a lot of people were debating about it.
Most of it was people saying stuff about gays. Now, i have no problem with gay people. They're people. As long as the person is nice to me I will be nice to them. That's how it goes and that's always how it'll be. But a lot of these people were commenting saying how God hates homosexuals.
I believe in God, I do, but I'm not crazy religious. I don't follow the bible, I don't go to church and I sin, just like every other person.
But what really bugged me was people commenting saying that they don't hate homosexuals but they don't agree with them. To me that is the exact same thing. Not agreeing with them is pretty much not liking them.
Another thing that bugged me was people saying that it's the person's choice to be gay. No, it's not. It's no one choice to be gay. It's how they are, it's how they feel.
Let me ask you this. Say you're a girl and you're crushing on a boy really hard but you know he isn't interested. Are those feelings for him going to go away? No. Can you make those feelings go away? No. Is you're heart still going to beat faster when you see him? Yes. It's your feelings. It's what's inside. No one chooses to be gay.
Than, the people say that if you pray to God that he will help you stop being gay. I don't believe that is true. Not one fucking bit. No one can stop you from being gay. No one can help you stop having those feelings.
I just hate that people are arguing over stuff like this. Let people say their own opinions. Don't judge them. If someone says they don't believe in God, don't try to change their minds. Let people share their opinion without being judged.
Wednesday, January 16, 2013
When you treat me like....
When you treat me like a little baby that's when I stop talking to you and turn coldly towards you. I don't mean to do it, I know I should just tell them how it makes me feel, but it actually hurts so much I don't even want to talk to you.
My friend.. or should I say 'friend', he likes to call me a 'wittle baby' just cause I suggest he take a nap because he complains he's just so tired. "Only wittle babies take naps" he tells me and that gets me bad.
No, 'wittle babies' aren't the only ones who take naps. Sometimes people need to or they get too exhausted.
It's just the way he treats me, like I'm a child, like I'm so immature that he has to 'simplify' things for me. That I'm stupid even.
Well, no. I'm not. And until you start treating me better I don't consider you a friend anymore.
Saturday, January 12, 2013
Just Wondering...
Do you ever look at the people walking down the street, or driving in their cars and wonder where they're going? For the past few months I have.
I don't know if it's weird to think like that and if I'm the only one but it fascinates me very much.
I get that most people are probably coming back from work or school but you don't really know that cause you don't know them. Maybe they've just come back from a friends house, a friend they've secretly had a crush on for a while. Or maybe they just came back from the hospital cause a sister gave birth to a beautiful baby boy. Nobody knows.
Sometimes I sit there, in the car, and look at people while the light is red, and wonder where they have been and where they are going. They could be running away and I would never know.
I guess I like to dream about their lives. Hoping, wishing that everything is okay for them.
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