I hate when people purposely try to piss me off. It doesn’t anger me; just greatly irritates me. When did the evolution of humans take a wrong turn? No one seems to understand the word “respect” anymore. I’ve had to constantly put up with fools like those people — if they can even be called people. They’re not people. Their assholes, douchbags, pricks, etc. I know that they purposely try to piss people off because there is something lacking in their life, but many of them also seem to do it because they feel like they’re the shit — like they’re better than their victims. Like I said, I’ve had to constantly put up with their shit throughout the entire 22 years of my life. When I was in elementary school, I loved to run.
Did you know that if you love to run, you’re automatically considered a show-off? These people — I mean — things see that you can do better than them at something, so they immediately start to eat you, shredding you apart. Most people will tell you that these things are like vultures, but they’re not. They’re worse. They’re parasitic worms. They don’t just swallow their victims instantaneously. They take years, savouring the tenderness of their host’s unsuspecting body. The only thing they leave is the host’s heart. However, they don’t leave it the way they found it. They leave the heart bruised and scarred.
When I reached middle school, I began to feel these creatures squirming through my veins and up and around my brain. It was only a matter of time before I stopped running and became weak, but before they killed me, I found a new power. I picked up acting during 7th grade. In the middle of 7th grade, I went to an acting competition. Finding success again, I went back to school with a bit more strength than before. I went through 8th grade, with the parasites nagging at me, but alas I didn’t feel them. Then, high school came along. I went through the first half of freshman year not feeling the parasites, but around the middle I felt them again. This time it was worse. They started slashing and bruising my wrists and arms with pocket knives. They had apparently found strength, as well. Throughout high school, all the way until graduation, they picked at my soul as children pick at their peas — stabbing and stabbing until they finally put a pea in their mouths.
College came around, and I learned to surround myself with actual human beings. I also eventually learned how to say “Fuck you” to most of the parasites who tried feeding upon me. And now, at 22 years of age, I’ve developed a sense for them. When they first touch me, I can feel them, but instead of anger and pain, I feel only a slight irritation, and am able to flush them out of my system.
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