Misery loves Company

I hate miserable people. People that find 'joy' in spreading their poisonous thoughts with everyone. People that are mean to others for no reason. Yea, I don't like them.

There is a girl that I know just like this. First of all, she used to tell everyone she was a veteran of the Army until we called her out on it. Look chick, you don't get to compare yourself to my brother, grandfathers, cousins and friends when you completed two weeks of boot camp and essentially were discharged for being pregnant. You don't get to pretend like you fought for our country like the REAL heroes in this Nation. It's pathetic. You are pathetic and not worthy to even act like you were ever one of these brave men and women. Ever. Now, she's getting married to this really nice guy and we are constantly hearing about the wedding preparations and every fucking personal detail that does not need to be shared with acquaintances. Not to mention, I really don't give a damn and I'm pretty sure others share my broken 'give a damn' button.  For example, this guy had a vasectomy and just the other day she was bitching about birth control 'breaking her out' and a possible pregnancy. Not saying this thing has never happened, but come on. You're an attention seeking, whiny little bitch.

Yesterday, one of the sweetest ladies I know was playing with my hair and had braided one side back and left the other down. I thought it was cute and even if it wasn't, I'm not trying to impress anybody. This ass comes around the corner, snickering and asks, "What's up with your hair?" Number one. You are not my friend nor, someone I even like talking to.Therefore, shut your pie hole. And (C) "What's up with your hair and what's up with those glasses? On your Elmer's glue face, black rimmed eye glasses do not flatter you, honey. You should really talk to that tanning place you've been attending for awhile now. Their bulbs must be weak.  Also, what's going on with that "exercise" thing you've been working on? How's that going for you? Because, you still look the same to me. The difference between you and me, doll, is I have a filter and class. I don't purposely go around dragging everyone into my misery. No one honestly cares about you or what shitty comment is going to come out of your mouth next. Next time, there will be a punch straight to the face. You're an actual dumb bitch.

People like this should just keep there mouth shut. I guess it's true that misery loves company. There should be an actual company that comes and just slaps people when they start acting like this.