If You Can’t Say Anything Nice…

…don’t say anything at all.

That was something I heard from my mother more times than I can count. Here’s something else I can’t count: the number of people who don’t follow that supposed rule.

Really, where did this saying even come from? I’ve never met a single person who abides by this, including myself. It’s not really possible to avoid things that aren’t so nice. Maybe if everyone in the world was a nice person, but that’s not how the world is.

However, if this expression is referring to unnecessary mean comments, I could agree. Nobody follows it, but it makes more sense. If I found out someone had stolen from me, for example, I’m completely justified in calling them a thief. I wouldn’t be justified in calling them a slur like the n-word.

There’s also the possibility this expression just means not to say unkind things to someone’s face, which is the definition I chose to take with it years ago. Of course, I don’t think talking trash about someone behind their back is much better. Unless they’ve hurt you somehow (in which case, you’re probably venting more than anything), you’re more exposing your own character, not theirs.

Personally, I think this is one of those expressions that needs to die out. Regardless of what meaning it’s taken for, it really may as well be meaningless. Everybody is going to have something unkind to say about someone, and they will say it. It may be within reason. It may not be. But they will.

Look Who’s Back

Emmi. Yes, that Emmi.

I anonymously wished him a happy birthday some days ago and yesterday, I asked him how his birthday was. Turns out I wasn’t as anonymous as I thought because although I’d cleared the profile entirely (and I did this before I wished him happy birthday, not yesterday), he knew it was me. More surprising, he asked for my Skype. He’d said he no longer wanted to talk to me, but shockingly, he never removed me. His Skype reset itself and, apparently, the whole account was deleted.

He’s well, he’s been having a good time, and he’s been getting sex, which I’m very glad to hear. We talked for about three hours last night. He actually remembered how late I tend to go to bed. He’s got better memory than Sunny.

Speaking of Sunny, he is getting on my last nerve with his ego and arrogance. I do enjoy talking to him, but his smugness is getting in the way. He has a lot of things to be proud of and that’s wonderful, but his ego is more fragile than a flower petal. He got offended because I called him clueless, insisting I insulted him in the worst way possible because of his IQ. IQ doesn’t mean everything, and in Sunny’s case, his social skills outside of his work are nearly deplorable.

I hate humanity, part 3

Happy Independence Day, everybody. Yay.

Of all days to find more proof the human race sucks, this day. If anyone ever asks me why I’d never bring kids into the world even if I wanted to, this is the answer.

I discovered this on my Tumblr dashboard today. Long story short, the author of this post went to a comedy club with some friends. One of the comedian made jokes about rape and sexual assault and when she rightfully called him out on it, he not only called her and friends names, but threatened them and got the whole audience in on it. She complained to the manager, but he just excused it, saying she shouldn’t come to a comedy club if she can’t take a joke. Yet I bet if any of these people had a loved one who was raped, it wouldn’t be so funny. Or maybe they’re the type of people who would blame that loved one for it.

Not only should that club be shut down, but that comedian should be arrested and charged for his attacks and threats, and the manager should be arrested and charged well for allowing and enabling it.

I. Hate. People.

Mundane Monday: I Love Technology

Today, I want to express my appreciation for technology and the world of the internet.

Seriously. Without technology, I wouldn’t have this sanctuary I call the internet. I wouldn’t have a lot of the knowledge that I do and that includes non-technological knowledge. I wouldn’t have my pen pals, contact with my old friends or multiple fun groups and forums of like-minded people. I wouldn’t have gotten into drawing, writing or blogging, as all these interests were sparked by technology (television, specifically).

My friends are what make me most grateful that I live in a technological world. My life would’ve continued on without them, but now that I know them, I would be sad to lose them. Even my British friend, who I have only been speaking to for a few months, I would be saddened at losing if it happened. I know most friendships don’t last forever, but that doesn’t mean they have to end prematurely.

Of course, at the end of the day, it’s nice to have an outlet. Something to look forward to coming home for.

Fairy of Technology

This girl is the cutest nerd ever. Don’t make fun of me!

Wishful Wednesday: Let’s Feel Better

Pfft. I wish it were that easy.

My wish for this week is simple. A friend and I have been having some bad days. I won’t describe what’s wrong since I’m trying to complain less and disclosing my friend’s personal problems is disrespectful, but I wish we could feel better and just be happy for the time being.

Sad girl

You’re Not Special! Get In Line!

One thing I really cannot stand are people think that just because they have a certain status, they are above others or somehow entitled to things others are not. If you confront these people, chances are they will get uppity, they will get in your face and they may even curse you out. Somehow, they have fallen under the illusion that common courtesy is beneath them.

You know what? I’ve stopped caring.

I used to just give in to people like this, so as not to start an altercation and to be nice. But that doesn’t do anything but allow them to hassle the next person and I don’t even get a “thank you”. Moreso, I do not enjoy being treated like a doormat, even if I will never see this person again in my life.

You don’t get to cut in line because you’re bigger. Size doesn’t matter.
You don’t get a special discount just by asking because you’re pregnant. So are hundreds of other women across the country.
You don’t get to ram through others like a battering ram because you have a kid. So does half of the population.
You don’t get the last milk just because you want it. I want it too.
You don’t get to break the rules because you’re older. You’re not the only one of your age.
You don’t get undeserved high grades because you’re a football player or cheerleader. You’re still a student.

You’re not special! Get your head out of your behind and put it back on your neck!