When people say their really mean ...

... And you look at yourself and their angels in comparison.

Vent Session no.1 (period)

You'll hardly hear me complain unless it is to myself about myself. I don't tend to care what most people around me do or don't do. As a matter of fact, I relish knowing I have this type of carelessness about myself. Hence the fact that I will call this "vent session no.1 (period)" because frankly the chances of the numbers exponentially increasing are rare.

Since my introduction is complete, I may oh so pleasantly begin my venting session. I've noticed lately that I'm witnessing a lot of garbage people claiming a lot of what they are surrounded by, uh huh you guessed it ... GARBAGE. Obviously as human beings none of us like to feel threaten by any type of stimuli, be it a living organism or a non-living piece of matter. All violent dangers to living life aside, I find myself surrounded by (yes back to the wasteland) weak, silly, ugly individuals who would love to convince themselves and others that they are tough. I giggle when I use the term "tough" given that we all know where garbage ends up, but nonetheless this distorted idea in these distorted humans creates this distorted anger that affects my carelessness (and as mentioned before I adore my carelessness).

So what is one to do when encountered by these little people, not in size, but in substance? Normally, the old, extremely mean, extremely ruthless, extremely harsh me would say show them what they came knocking for .. show them what tough actually looks like, but instead I will advise all my readers to be above that and not only take out the trash and toss them where they below, but try living as far away from the wasteland as possible. After all their stink isn't of a floral descent.

So just,

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