Amber
I project an all-consuming, indestructible force field of anti-stupid
that lays a wide path of unforgiving destruction in my wake. The rural
area in which I currently live seems to be composed of nothing but whiny,
weak-minded, self-pitying mental adolescents. From age fifteen to age
fifty, all most people seem to care about is drowning all their self-inflicted
bullshit in alcohol, drugs, and/or baseless, self-effacing pseudo-relationships,
and gossiping about other people who do the same. Time and time again, I
find myself on the receiving end of stares of hollow indignation from morons,
simply because I'm not afraid to make it known that I simply DO NOT GIVE A SHIT,
and if they choose to waste my time by talking to me, then I have every right to
point out the inconsistencies in their pathetic behavior and backwards
worldviews.
"Oh, you just turned twenty and you're popping out your third kid... How
nice. How much did you say your welfare check was for this month
again?"
"You know, having a vagina doesn't make it obligatory for you to breed...
Have you considered abortion?"
"You're getting married to a guy you've only known for a month? How
romantic."
"OK, let's review: You think he's boring and immature, you know you don't
really love him, the sex is awful, he's threatened to hit you, aaaaaaand you're
moving in with him next week. Great."
"Why, yes, I DO happen to think that your choices reflect your
unwillingness to deal with your existential vacuum and maladaptive
schemas. ...So, you think what I just said might possibly have been
offensive. Alright, just keep running away then. Toodles."
You can imagine the reaction this gets out of low-watt NASCAR-loving
Pennsyltucky Bar Trash Extraordinaires. I'm seriously shocked that no one
has burnt a cross in my front yard yet.
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