||[Feb. 4th, 2011|09:40 pm]
I want to rant. It's been awhile since I've had one, or at least a good one. I think I'm a little too flustered at the moment to really, properly beginning. I've just had one of those days. One of those days that I just want to jump through my phone and strangle the customer on the other end. People are stupid and greedy. I'm sure no one could tell you that more then someone who works in customer service. The problem is... I KNOW that people aren't stupid and greedy. At least not all of them, but the lot I get to talk to, you'd think that 4 out of 5 were. I don't like how much people get me to hate other people. I used to like people as a whole. But now I just want to spend as much time away from other people as possible. I'm eventually going to become that grouchy old lady that the neighborhood kids harass with pranks and shit when all she really wants is to make sure people don't crush her begonias. She works so hard on them.. all the hours she spends weeding and watering. She just wants one summer.. ONE DAMN summer where some dog doesn't pee in them, some foot doesn't step in them, some stray football doesn't land in them.. where she can just look at them and smile and know that they're the best damn begonias on the block. Her grandmother used to grow begonias, but she's been dead for years, and it just brings back a little bit of the fond memories they had together when she looks at the flowers, remembering the times she spent with her, planting, watering, and weeding. Really, can't she just get ONE DAMN SUMMER without something happening to them! So she ends up watching them like a hawk, yelling and screeching to stay away when someone even looks like they're thinking about getting to close. And soon the neighborhood kids hate her and purposely try to harass her and of course they target her precious begonias.. which just makes her more hard and bitter and more nasty.. and just makes the kids even worse every summer and that poor lady is going to die before getting her one perfect summer of begonias.. can't you little punks just give her one damn summer? Maybe she'll stop being such a bitch after words, but no, you're just too selfish thinking about you.. and how much you don't like her. |
I'm going to become that lady at this rate.. which upsets me.. when I got old.. I wanted to become the old women in the poem. "When I am and old woman, I shall wear a purple"