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illusionofjoySometimes I catch a faint glimmer in my mind that tells me that - just perhaps - I should be a little nicer to people. Then I recall what turds most people are and quickly push that idea away.
The reason this comes to mind is that I made a new friend a while back; someone whom I enjoy spending time with and whatnot. This individual also seems to have an appreciation for my particular flavour of "quirk." With the individual however, came two other individuals - a roommate and a psychic vampire. To be precise, they are both essentially psychic vampires, but we need to differentiate somehow here.
The roommate is a slut. I'll lay that particular card on the table immediately. This I really have no great problem with. If someone wants to fuck the world, then by all means, go have yourself a jolly fucking time. My only request is that you don't spread disease while you're at it…oh, and don't go about trying to seduce everything that crosses your path which has a working set of genitals.
Perhaps this is where a subtle differential in terms comes into play. A merely promiscuous person will engage in sexual activity with many partners, but do it in such a way so as not to be crass. One may be "experienced," yet one still has a set of standards that one follows and some sort of moral compass. I could call myself promiscuous, as I'm upfront about what one is to expect when involving themselves with me. Just because I'm willing to have sex with someone, does not mean that I love them or am going to fall in love with them. Many people find this a hard pill to swallow, therefore my promiscuity tends to be tempered (by this among other things).
Now a slut has no standards - or very few. This is the type of individual who will throw themselves at whatever they want to fuck with little regard for social graces. I've given the roommate this particular label namely because she tried hitting on me (after a long line of others). To spare as many details as possible, she showed me her tits. I pride myself in not even batting an eyelash, returning to conversation with my friend.
A whore will fuck for money. Duh!
As I said previously, the whole sluttiness thing doesn't really irk me much. The things that do make me go "hmmm" are this girl's predilection for lacking any respect for her roommate's things, her posturing as something she's not and her annoying tendency to play "know it all."
Poseurs have always annoyed me. To be honest, her poseur aspects play gleefully alongside her need to be the prime source of data when a question is asked in her presence, regardless of whether or not the question was directed to her. Not long ago, she decided to give me a brief oral essay about all the stylistic nuances and sub-genres of electronica (focusing, of course, on the narrow scope of bleepy shit that she listens to constantly). I merely rolled my eyes, suppressing my rather pointless comment that, "I have been a member of the college radio station for four and a half years, music director there for two and a half and quite well-read on popular music since my mid-teens. I think I know a fucking thing or two about techno." I'm not one to take any statement made about music by someone who calls Wumpscut "deathcore" (it's industrial, dumbass) whilst pronouncing the band's name as WUM-SCOOT as the gospel truth anyhow.
One of the funnier moments of her know-it-all foibles came when she was defending her habit of measuring the members of every male she has ever copulated with.
"What does it matter," I asked offhandedly and more than slightly sarcastically.
"Most women are at least seven and a half inches deep," she tartly spat out, a smug smirk upon her face, before I finished by stating, "...with nerve endings only in the first third." Her brief moment of victory quashed, she remained silent.
Overall, I really don't dislike the roommate so much as find her amusingly dim. Though, it is my hope that she doesn't end up breeding, which is an issue that I will deal with later.
The psychic vampire is a whole different box of rocks. This girl is one of the reasons I am pro-choice (and of the opinion that more people should choose to have abortions - or better yet, not get knocked-up in the first place). Yes, I know I make her out like I'm about to paint a portrait of the second coming of Hitler, but it's not as bad as all that...or is it? Decide for yourself.
The reason I use the term "psychic vampire" is because this girl has latched onto my friend and won't let go. My personal experiences with her have been few and far-between, thank goodness, but I've had enough of a taste to know that she was prime for the block list when she IMed me randomly. Why she was even IMing me in the first place remains a mystery, but my friend tells me that the psychic vampire must have gotten my screen name by looking over her shoulder while I was chatting with her.
This symptom, of course, is only indicative of a greater problem. This problem I have also experienced firsthand: the green-eyed monster of jealousy. My friend tells me that, on more than one occasion, the psychic vampire has whined that my friend and I spend too much time together, thus taking away from time that could be better spent with her. My first-person experience with this was when I was hanging out in my friend's room and the psychic vampire calls, not having left five minutes ago, to say, "I know you're there - you'd better stop spending so much time with Seth and come up and talk to me!" Hey folks, can we say, "obsessive?"
Obssesiveness in of itself is not a pretty attribute (I should know - guilty as charged on several occasions, your honour), but there are other things that make me find the psychic vampire hard to stomach. The thing that sticks out in my eyes is her need to play the victim. More than once I have heard her whine about not being able to do something because she's "too fat" or she's "bipolar" or she's "depressed" or "the world hates [her]" and on and on and on. It's enough to make a person want to slap the shit out of her and say, "pick a disorder and stick with it! Nobody really gives a fuck about poor little you anyhow!"
Nobody aside from the roommate on occasion, it would seem. Recently she and the psychic vampire were having a conversation about - of all things - parenting and childbirth. The roommate wants to have five kids - I shudder to think. Meanwhile the psychic vampire wants to get pregnant because, "if [she] has someone to care for, [she] won't be able to hurt [herself]." I left the room at this point, feeling a hint of bile tickling the back of my throat.
While I can only hope that these two will not end up breeding, I can take comfort in the fact that the next moron on my list won't end up breeding. Of course, he could always become a sperm donor, but it's best not to think of such things.
My nickname for the guy is The Rainbow Warrior. I posted about him twice in my Livejournal, both entries designated as friends only. At the time, I didn't feel like stirring up shit in a completely public forum, so I limited my audience. However, at this juncture, I feel comfortable that the truth (or at least my opinion) will out and have unlocked the entries, which are here and here.
I almost have this sick desire to have LGBTA's advisor come after me so that I may be "educated." At one point that rainbow flag that some people are so militaristic about was symbolic of diversity, a cause which I can wholeheartedly thrown myself behind. However, I've noticed that some people seem to take it to mean "gay power" in the sense that acceptance is akin to undying worship. It is my opinion that no human being deserves to be worshiped. We all descended from the same ape- like creatures that all crawled out of the same primordial ooze. Be sure to think of yourself that way as you think of other humans like that. Kind of levels the playing field does it not?
I am going to admit something right now that few would admit in public: I am prejudiced. Yes, you read correctly, I'm bigoted. However, it's not race, gender or sexual orientation that gets on my tits...no, none of those things that one commonly associates with prejudice. I hate stupid people. Of course, anybody who has read my journal for any period of time should come to that conclusion.
Now, the burning question here is how I define stupid. I don't harbour any hatred for those who are genuinely mentally disabled - they are not in any position to control their fate. I refer to those who know better, those who can rise above the dregs of human behaviour but refuse to despite themselves. I refer to those who have the ability to practise acts of common sense on a regular basis, yet doggedly refuse to do so. I refer to those who act stupid, despite having the intelligence to do otherwise be it out of laziness or the misguided belief that doing so will make them more popular!
At this juncture, after all the rants, confessions, etc., I still have some lingering questions. First and foremost upon my mind is how much hate mail or how many readers will I lose after this entry gets vastly misinterpreted? I would hope that my writing skills have conveyed my intentions well enough to prevent that from happening, however, time will tell.
The other big query is the conundrum of whether or not I am a hypocrite for condemning the stupid, when I myself have done some things in my time one would not exactly consider level-headed. The answer, of course, is yes - there are times when I have walked among the stupid. In fact, I think that every human being on this planet has walked among the stupid at one time or another. Does this mean I only condemn the chronically stupid? Good question - I'm honestly not sure. I will say this, however: when I encounter my own stupidity, I try to correct it. I'd like to think that most people do. I'd like to think...
Goddamn, I come out of my cave into the glaring light of the online journal world again and this is what I spew forth! No wonder I have so few readers! This is a fucking philosophical nightmare, wrapped in a disgustingly gooey ball of venom.
Let the hate mail flow...yeesh. END TRANS
