2003-07-22 | I'M SEEIN' ROBOTS

There's a guy at work who likes to steal my hatred for other employees, and make it his own, and then ignores me when I concurr. I hate that sort of behavior. The whole "only my opinion matters" bullshit. They want you to hear everything they're saying, but when you talk they look at you like you're full of shit, or they walk away, or pretend they're busy doing "work", which is the last thing these slackers like to do. I'm a slacker too, but I don't pretend I'm not.
These assholes wonder why I don't want to participate in their fuckin' jock bitch frat boy poker game party this Saturday. I'd rather stay home and have fun doing what I like to do. Nothing. Watch TV. Play on the computer. Listen to music. Dread going back to work the next morning and being with all these artificial jerks.
I'm that guy who always says shit a month before everybody else, and gets ignored, and then has to hear the same people that ignored me, repeat back what I already said a month ago. And when I agree with them, they act like I'm doing it just to fit in. You don't understand, motherfuckers. I never wanted to fit in. I just want to have my points of view heard. I just want to have a normal fucking conversation. I don't want to be your buddy ol' pal. That's the last thing I want. I just want to be respected while I'm at work. I have things to live for. I go home happy every night, and have a girl who loves me very much. And I love her, too. I don't have anything to prove. I have ambitions. I don't just talk. When I do talk, I'm not bragging. I'm trying to get something out of you. I'm trying to get you to be as motivated, inspired, and as enthusiastic about life as I am. But all you do is try to ruin my high. What a shame. So many of you have the potential to do something that moves people, but all you do is try and push them back, because you know you're going nowhere yourself.
Maybe I should give this speech before I quit my job.
I don't know when I will quit, but it will happen someday, and all these losers will act like they like me. Or like they're going to miss me. I guess that's what makes me weird. Or stand out. Or an individual. There's a long list of people who found out that they liked me, or that I was right, or a couple that thought I was profound, or amazing, or life-changing, that never gave me the time of day before. Misperceptions. I'm one of the most misunderstood people of all time. People are so judgemental. They think they know what all fat people are like. Or what all people who graduate from college are like. Or what all cops are like. Or what all people who work in certain job fields are like. What all people who live with their parents are like. What all rich people are like. But most people out there really have no clue. Some are book smart but don't know anything about real life, or about people. I like less smart individuals a lot more usually. Because usually they're a lot more sensitive. Usually they have a bigger heart. They're not caught up with material things. They don't care about their math skills. They care about other people. They're simple. I'm simple, too. On some levels I'm complex. I have a complex mind. But it doesn't take a lot to keep me happy. I don't do a lot. And I have a lot of fun (not) doing it. I don't feel the need to go out all the time. I like to go out to eat. Or to a concert. But I don't understand going to bars every night. I like going to movies. I don't like renting movies. I only buy them or go see them in the theater. One of my hobbies is CD shopping, or just shopping in general. I love coming home with new stuff, because I spend most of my time at home, and I like to create a nice environment.
People can't always relate to me. They don't want to hear anything real. They want to live in their little fantasy world where they believe that every girl wants to have sex with them, and that buying a sports car makes their penises bigger. All the cool people, the real people....we're all laughing at you behind your backs. Don't make us out to be the assholes. We tried to help you. We tried to show you the beauty in life. We've moved pass your ugliness, and used it to prove how amazing the positive things out there are. Maybe someday you'll move on, too. Good luck. You'll need it. I think it's something you're born with, on some levels, so for those of you who just don't have it, whatever IT may be, I hope you can find at least a tiny piece of it, because I'd hate to find out how miserable it is to be you, and I'd hate to find out how much worse it can get. So do something now, while you have time. Stop talking and just do something. It can be so much fun. Enlightening. True. Natural. Easy. Clear. Refreshing. So stop being such an insufferable human being already. Be yourself. Unless your self is a dick. Fire him, and give your inner child a promotion, asshole. Then maybe we can hang out. But probably not. Take the chip off your shoulder and replace it with a healthy head. Peace.

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