Part time friends.

I've sort of already ranted about this before, but I don't care, I'm doing it again and if you don't like it, stop reading now. But really, keep reading.

Okay. So I have a few friends that try to pull this "part-time friend" bullshit with me.

What is a part-time friend, you might ask?

A part-time friend is a person that you don't see very often or talk to very often. You probably don't even hear from them very often, and when you do, it's usually because they want to talk about themselves. Do you have one? I bet you do.

I fucking hate these people.

Sorry, I don't want to have you text me or talk to me on Facebook just so you can talk about your new significant other and how great they are. I don't want this to happen because you're not going to speak to me again until you need to tell SOMEONE about all of the super fantastic interesting things going on in your life.

If I'm having some kind of get together, don't be surprised if you aren't invited. Don't try to wrangle yourself an invite if you aren't invited. If you aren't invited, it's because I don't consider us close enough to bother right now, and/or because your behaviour is pissing me off and I currently wish that you would die.

The one that really gets me is people who talk to me just to talk about themselves. I have one "friend" in particular that does this. I go months without hearing a word from them, and suddenly they're texting me or messaging me on Facebook, talking about their life, seeking advice, and then promptly shutting up once they've used my vast amounts of wisdom. It's another couple of months til I hear from them again, and the same thing happens.

Here's some brutal honesty. I probably give you my advice because I want to be able to say "I told you so" when you don't follow it and end up fucking things up for yourself. I may not say it to your face, but my god am I fucking thinking it. Even if I don't give you advice out of spite, I do it because I think I'm generally rather good at it, and any advice that I have to give is good practice for when people that actually matter to me ask for it.

In short:

If you treat me like shit, if you only try to be present in my life when it suits you, if you only want to be included in things I'm doing because your other "friends" will be there, if you only talk to me for advice, if you literally don't know the first thing about what's going on in my life, if you can't even be bothered to ask me how I am once in a while, if you're going to try and excuse your douchebaggery by saying you've been busy with your significant other, I would like to take this opportunity to tell you to fuck the fuck off.

If you do this, my tags seem to indicate that I really fucking hate this, to the point that I used three different tags to say "I hate you". Please take this as a warning. And do not try and call me out if you think this post is about you. It's not really about anyone in particular, but if you think this applies to you, it probably does. So make your decision. If you want to try and stay friends, great. If not, I obviously don't really care.

Haven't written for ages...

But this one will be short.

Shut the fuck up, you little bitch.

I will smash your head in with a fucking shovel.

No more dealing with people on the pity potty, no more trying to make someone feel better about themselves when even they can't do it.

Fuck you, slit your throat, I'll kill you, I fucking hate you, shut the fuck up, please die, go sob your heart out, and by "sob your heart out" I mean "kill yourself", ads;ljghads;jgh

Two hours later and I'm back at it again...

THUMP THUMP THUMP SHUT THE FUCK UP NOW. EVERY FUCKING DAY.

Also, the real purpose of this was to rant about internet chauvinism.

Yes, that's right. Not only do I hate everything, but I'm a dirty feminist with a filthy potty mouth and left-wing ideals to boot. Go fuck yourself.

I'm annoyed and disturbed by the amount of LOL WOMEN BELONG IN THE KITCHEN HAHA SO FUNNY AND CUTTING EDGE pages/groups on Facebook for many reasons. The main reason is perfectly obvious, of course: we've now come full circle, and to a place where it's actually ACCEPTABLE for people to make "jokes" like that. And women ACCEPT men making "jokes" like that. And it's okay to completely ignore the fact that 99.9999999% of these groups are made by men, and it's good that everyone ignores the fact that the creation of the group or page is completely symptomatic of a larger problem: there are people out there who actually believe these things.

You know what the worst part is? Most guys will try and insist that they don't actually believe that a woman's place is barefoot and pregnant in the kitchen (I think few things piss me off as much as that comment. There's so much wrong with it that I don't know where to begin, so I'm just going to sharpen my knife and slash some jugulars now.) or any of the other stupid fucking things that these pages/groups say.

Now, they'll say they don't actually believe it. But then you'll say something that smells too strongly of feminism, and they'll get uncomfortable and be unsure of how to react. Guys like the idea of a woman who isn't afraid to speak her mind, it's totally hot until it goes against what they believe. If you say something too extreme (like that fabulous quote that goes "Feminism is the radical belief that women are human beings."), it's suddenly not sexy anymore, it's just uncomfortable.

"Why you gotta hate on us? We never did anything but make sexist jokes to perpetuate stereotypes that we secretly believe because the idea of women being equal to us and our dicks is terrifying."

I HATE EVERYTHING.

Many things are rage-inducing today.

I was skyping with Ashley and I got talking about my "showdown," if one could call it that, with Sarah's idiot of an ex-boyfriend. I don't know why I called it a showdown, I owned him repeatedly and handily, if I do say so myself. My favourite response to type was "Slit your throat, please." It was just so enjoyable!

I hate school so much right now. It seems like every single thing my professors say is designed to reduce me to a quivering mess of nerves and suppressed rage. We're behind in our lectures for my 20th century Britain class, behind in both my Spanish classes... I think we're good in my modern Europe class, but I dunno. At least that goddamn long writing workshop is over... I'm so relieved to be leaving the department next year. I know that's a crappy thing to say, but I am. I learned a lot in the writing classes, but I really want to do professional writing, like journalism, not learning proper script format. I shall declare myself as a history/Spanish major, much to the disappointment of my parents. I think they wish that I would study English and history and then become a teacher... like I'd be anything but balls at that.

My rage inducer for today was the goddamn "baby." I use the word in quotation marks because HE'S NOT ACTUALLY A BABY HE'S OVER TWO YEARS OLD. But they treat him like a child, he cries all the time and they wait for him to "get it all out." Yet the little bastard is still crying three hours later. And people wonder why I hate children! I fucking hate them so much. I never want one. And I hate when people act like their rudeness or bad behaviour is acceptable because they have kids. Eat shit. Just... die.