Boy, do I have some Tales to Tell...
Friday, November 28, 2003
 
It's interesting how people have made customer service representatives their personal bitches/therapists. Does the average person in America really believe that instructors or cashiers really give a shit about their pointless lives? You may think that I am harsh to consider somebody's life pointless, but if you think about it, in the grand scheme of your own life, most problems of other's are exactly that - other's.

Does that women who takes my Body Sculpt class really think I care that she cannot lose the fat on the inside of her thighs? Do I really think her slightly chubby thighs warrant more than a disgusted look from me? Honestly, if you want advice on slimming your fat ass, then ask for it. Don't give me some sob story of having three kids and having no time in the world to exercise and how advertising & marketing has forced you to buy plus-sizes. Personally, I got my own problems to deal with. Jeez lady, take some responsibility for putting the spoon in your mouth and refusing to take your kids for long walks in the park. Maybe you should get them started on some sort of exercise program so that they don't end up as miserable as you.

Also, when you come into the wine store, don't ask us for our recommendations unless you plan on taking them. Pick your own fucking wine if you think you are so damn good. What is the point of asking a person to recommend something if you are not going to take their advice? Is it just for the sake of engaging the staff of the strore? Well, let me tell you, we do not want to be engaged. We want to ring you up and send you home.

I baffles me that as a society, America has become lazy, complacent, and irresponsible. We refuse to take responsibility for our actions. We want somebody to do it for us so that we can blame them for our failures. The holiday season is especially rife with such behavior. We cram into trains and highways, bitch as loudly as we can, and create tension and strife for others, all so that we can partake in some pointless tradition so that we can feel good about ourselves. I for one have taken myself out of it and have chosen to celbrate and be thankful for my friends and family on my terms. Mostly on days that nobody expects me to. If you really want to show your thankfulness and love for someone, do it when they least expect it. That is if you really are thankful and if you really do care. Later.
 
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