Facebook

Well, I’m in a good pissed off mood this evening. I, and when I say “I,” I mean my fiancé, was looking at a Facebook page for a woman who is baking and selling cakes out of her home. On one of these cakes was the name, “Emmaline.” Are you freaking kidding me? If you haven’t, please see blog entry “Kids with ridiculous names.” It made me want to jump into oncoming traffic. Anyhow, that has led me to this post… Facebook.

First off, I’m completely addicted to Facebook. I check it numerous times a day for no reason. Who’s updated their status? Who’s uploaded new pictures? No one has commented (unless it’s about this awesome blog). Nothing new has happened. What it HAS done to me is make me completely aware of idiots writing stupid things I’d rather not see, but because of my addiction, I’m forced to see. Sometimes it’s like a giant blinking arrow pointing to the name flashing “IDIOT!”-“MORON!”-“STUPID!”

I will not single out any posts that have annoyed me to the point I had to say something about someone, but I WILL give examples/advice to the users of Facebook who insist on making similar posts…

-‘You all’ as a contraction is Y’all, not ya’ll.
-When you post a picture of yourself and someone else, don’t caption it “Him and I,” this, too, is incorrect.
-I never want to know what you’re “fixing” to do. Nothing is broken.
-Apparently it is necessary for all females to end posts to other females with “girl.” “Thanks, girl!” “Happy birthday, Girl!” Wow… [As an aside, this makes me think of the Demetri Martin skit about the phrase ‘sort of.’ It’s just a filler. Here’s your homework assignment- Watch that video. ]

-Spare me you stories about the medications you are taking for anxiety. If you think it might make people think of you differently, you’d be right.
-Status updates on Facebook are labeled as “sharing what is on your mind.” Don’t take advantage.
-I can’t quite figure out why people post song lyrics, but it pisses me off when I see it. After too many of them, I just hide that person. I’m still your friend, but I no longer give any credibility to what you say.
-You know, I think I DO want to play ESPNU’s College Town (or any other ridiculous game). Thanks for the invite. NOT.

Another thing that I have noticed lately is that people want to “check in” to certain places and let me know about it. “Matt has checked in at UT College of Dentistry.” I think Facebook would be an excellent tool for a robber. I would love to see that update. “Burgler checked in at Your House.”

I think that I am generally intolerable of other people’s views and thoughts on a variety of subjects, which has probably lead to the formation of this blog. I find myself judging people pretty hard based on status updates. For instance, when someone is complaining about how they’ve had 3 months off of school for the summer and they “haven’t even been out of school that long,”… Well, I have news for you- that stops. I’m still in school, but our breaks are significantly less than what they were, may-be 4 weeks at the most. Also, I like the ones that, again, being slightly judgmental, talk about the most insignificant, petty things and make huge deals out of them. On second thought, I’m not going to mention specifics, but you know. Okay, I can’t help myself: 1) I’ve taken business classes at college, I promise you, they are NOT hard. 2) Community college, I have no experience, but come on... 3) Pharmacy students. Here’s my impression:

Pharm. Student 1: “I can’t believe we had to get to school at 10AM today!”
Pharm. Student 2: “I know. At least this is our only early day this week and we can go home at 2.”
Pharm. Student 1: “Yeah, because I have to go to work this afternoon.”
Pharm. Student 2: “Me too. Don’t forget that we have our ‘long day’ tomorrow, 1:00-5:00P.”


I’ll close with a quote from Mark Twain. “It’s better to remain silent and be thought a fool than to speak out and remove all doubt.”

Until next time…

Kids Today...

I’ve found myself saying, “I’m sure I wasn’t THAT bad at that age,” too much lately. It seems like kids these days have gotten more annoying and generally disrespectful. Just this weekend, I went to the Wolfchase Galleria (which by the way is something one should never do on a weekend unless it’s an absolute necessity) and as I was trying to back up out of a parking space, a group of three 13-15 year old girls were walking immediately behind the car. I stop, as to not run them over, and one of the girls looks at me, sticks out her tongue, makes some weird face at me and keeps walking. Part of me wanted to reverse so fast, roll down the window and tell her, “Excuse me, skank. If you look at me like that again, I’ll slit your #$%^* throat. Thanks.” If I would have known that I would’ve gotten away with it, I would have.

I blame most of it on the parents. I’ve told myself I will be much better at parenting than these idiots. They’re probably the ones who don’t believe in reprimanding their children appropriately (i.e. beating them) and also think they’re just “expressing themselves and that’s healthy.” Obviously it pisses me off to the highest exponent one could imagine when I see a child “expressing” themselves. It makes me want to express myself on their face. A few months ago I was eating with my fiancé at Lennys. It was my first time ever eating at one so as you could imagine, I was excited. Now as you also know, first impressions are everything. As I go to the fountain to get a Diet Coke, a young boy, probably around 5 years of age, rushes at me from behind, pushes me from the fountain, and proceeds to fill his cup. I stopped. I looked back at his mother. All she said was, “Son, stop.” No movement. Not getting up. The kid is running around like he has ADD, which in his defense, he probably did. I start to fill my drink, again, and he comes back. The little bastard does it again. Now the mom peels herself from the vinyl of Lennys’ booth and pulls him back to his seat. All I got from mom was, “Sorry.” No Mom. I’m sorry. I’m sorry you’re a moron and have given birth to such a troll. May God have mercy on your soul.

I have a "soon-to-be-relative" that will remain nameless, but I think she needs parenting classes. She is a prime example of what not to do as a single parent. We'll take a few steps back in time and try and figure out where the, now 14 year old female, went wrong...

Let it be known I have known the child since she was 7 and at age 7, she was a smart kid... very dramatic, but smart. Well as she got older (around age 12), she started to develop this terrible attitude. Her grades were still very good but she was extremely focussed on being popular. She tried out for cheerleading number times and never made the squad (she never practiced, she just tried out). She started acted out more frequently and on a couple of occasions, directed the "F word" toward her grandfather. It sickened me. The mom tells us, "Well, DAUGHTER left last night to go outside walking (clue to mom... this is never good) and I thought I smelled smoke when they [daughter and a friend] came back. I mean I've found cigarettes in her room before but this smelled different." So the family asks, "What did you do about the cigarettes?!"  Mom replies, "Well, I took a couple and smoked them." (mom is a former smoker) Long story short, daughter eventually lets mom in on her smoking pot on a regular basis. Mom gets mad and send her to Chicago to live with her dad because the dad is "better" at punishing her. She stays all summer and supposedly with a renewed sense of self, she goes to the local mall and gets picked up for shoplifting. This was around Thanksgiving. What does mom do? Nothing. She gets community service issued by the local juvenile court. At Thanksgiving, she starts complaining of wanting to "go out" with friends and needs gas money. Gas money? For a 14 year old? I had to ask her, "Why do you need gas money?" Her reply, "Because these guys won't come get us unless we pay them." Wow. After finding out the guys were 18, I didn't even really know what to say, so I let it fly! "So you're paying 18 year olds to drive out here and pick you up, 14 year olds. What breed of loser are these guys that they have to hang out with girls your age, and how big of a douche are they that they force you to pay them to come get you?" She got mad and walked out to wait on her taxi. Mom lets her go with these guys, and I ask mom, "So what are they like?"  "You're right. They're losers. I don't know why she likes them," says mom. Wow. Great parenting.

On a somewhat related note: I don’t know if you’ve heard, but about 20% of the female students at a local Memphis high school are pregnant and/or have had a baby. WTF? They are asking for more money to help teach better sex education classes. I’ll be the first one to say that I do not condone pre-marital relations, but I have an idea that may help this situation-birth control. Obviously there’s no one at this high school that knows about it. May-be they should check into that. 

I pray for the future of this nation. As always, my rant has forced me to a point of mental frustration so severe that I cannot bear anymore. Peace. 

Oh, and I would love some more followers. Thanks.

Wal-Mart

Oh yes... Wal-Mart. The almighty low-price megastore. I HATE Wal-Mart. I hate going there. I hate thinking about it. Even the uttering of the name makes me quiver. It could only be me or the particular Wal-Mart's I've been frequenting, but these are the reasons why, if given the chance, I would give Sam Walton a kick to the testicles so quick and hard that it would actually force them explosively from his mouth.

136 aisles, 5 are open

I will be the first to say that is probably isn't necessary to open, realistically, all 30-something lanes, but only 5 or 6? What really pisses me off is when I get there, seeing that there are only a handful of cashiers checking out, and people are lined up to the main center aisle. Then you have all of the idiots with 7 weeks worth of groceries going through the "20 items or less" lane. Sometimes I talk loudly about these people while they're a few feet in front of me in hopes they realize their shopping faux pas.

The Wal-Mart Shopper

I don't want to cross any lines here because I know we all shop at Wal-Mart at some point, and again, this could have much to do with the Wal-Mart's I shop at, but these people are idiots.

It all starts when I pull into the the vast asphalt desert that is the Wal-Mart parking lot. I pull up the center aisle and BAM! Slam on my brakes! Why? Because this Wal-Mart shopper feels the need to wait 10 minutes for Granny to put her groceries in her Cadillac to get her spot because it might be 5 feet closer that the very vacant spot three spots down. I have found to prevent this from happening, I will sit in my car and wait until no one is waiting on the spot, then leave. If someone is behind me and there is an equally accessible spot in close proximity, I'm waiting them out, and I will win.

Then I make my way into the store and am trying to navigate through the aisles when I am halted by someone that feels the need to stop in the middle of the aisle and look for what they need on shelf, rather than scooting their buggy to the left or right to allow me through. The Wal-Mart shopper is so rude.

Continuing on my pleasant journey through the white and blue aisles of torture, I remember that I need something off of my wedding registry, so I go to the jewelry counter to print one. What? Out of paper? What now? I go to the counter to ask the 16 year old female texting if she can fix it. It was literally like I asked her to perform open-heart surgery. She went through the same steps I did, as if I was completely incapable of pushing buttons on a screen, then determines I WAS right. She proceeds to tell me how the girl that works the shift before her should have done it and it wasn't her fault. I don't care. Fix it.

This isn't happening as much anymore, but t still annoys me when I see the kids skating around the store on the shoes with wheels. I've thought about tripping them a couple of time when the parents were away (which is the problem), but I can't bring myself to do it. I did however see a boy try to skate from the inside of the store to the outside and when he did, he fell on his back. I don't know if I've ever felt so happy to see someone fall.

I'm adding this after this post was submitted because I thought of a couple other things about this amusement park of torture that I forgot to mention. Have you seem the plethora of carts left in the parking lot?! Why are people so lazy? I watch people every time upon leaving the store, they will just push their cart between 2 or 3 cars and leave it. *Insert loud scream here.* These are probably the same people using the fat carts in the store. Then there are those people who drive the wrong way up the lanes looking for parking spots. I like to call them douche-bags. They're usually a very small woman driving something like a Ford Excursion or an elderly person at least 103 years of age, either way,  they make my Wal-Mart experience at least 54% less tolerable.

Fat Carts (see like-named post)

I can't even talk about this anymore because if I did, I think my brain will explode.

In closing, I have a hatred for Wal-Mart that burns inside of my like the fire from one thousand suns, and now you know why.

Peace.