What a scumbag...

So, as I mentioned previously, I've been dipping into the world of online dating. I've met a few people who were really nice, but I just didn't have any chemistry with them, and have had a few good conversations, and some laughs at some particularly odd individuals, and even had a few prospects for people I was interested in knowing a little better. One in particular, I'll call K.

I had some great chats with K online, and then via text messaging. We laughed about some experiences with online dating, joked around in a slightly teasing/mocking but lighthearted way, had talks about what we were looking for, and he related that he was glad to hear that I was looking for something more serious, because so was he. We hung out a few times, he even slept over once, though I warned there would just be sleeping and a little cuddling involved because hey, I just met him.

Time went by, and it was difficult to spend time together, he told me about how he spent years living beyond his means, and now he's struggling to be more responsible with his money and dig his way out of debt. He lived quite a big distance away from me, and related that he couldn't afford the gas to drive that far if he didn't have other necessary things to do that would bring him closer my way. He'd come over when he could, but it wasn't very often.

One weekend, I had a 2 night gig with my band in his area of town, less than 1 km away from his apartment, so we made plans to spend the weekend together. He canceled on me, claiming he broke his windshield and was in a crappy mood and didn't want to take it out on me. Ok, understandable I guess, but breaking plans happens to be a pet peeve of mine. I let it go. Later on in the night, he said he was sorry for breaking plans, and was in a better mood, and said I could still come over if I'd like, but he has things to do the next day and would have to drop me off at home at some point. Oh, and could someone drop me off because he didn't want to pick me up, from a location that would take 2 minutes for him to drive to. I should've said no. I wanted to say no. I said yes. Stupid, stupid me. So, my bass player drops me off, and things seem alright, we watch a funny movie, the flirtatious teasing/mocking jokes fly and we wind up in bed. Oh, just thinking back, I could kick myself.

He had been drinking a bit and had some, er, ah, erectile troubles. Sticking with the theme of the evening, I made a joke about it, and he did NOT take it well. Rolling away from me entirely, saying "I can't believe you'd say that". I know, it's a sore point for guys, but I figured he got my sense of humor and knew I meant nothing by it. Obviously I know alcohol affects male performance in some cases, and it's no big deal. In any case, he seems to get over both what I said, and his... physical roadblock, and we wind up getting it on. Once he's done, he stays completely away from me at the other side of the bed, and starts alternating between giving me the silent treatment, and giving me hell for the "disrespectful and rude things I say"... despite the comments of the evening being completely even between the two of us! He starts saying things like "I shouldn't have girls over anyways" and "I need to be single", and then says he's taking me home, right then. At 6:00 AM! I tell him he has issues, and we get in the car, and he drives me home.

During the drive home, he's making comments like "oh, I have issues? I guess I just saved you the trouble wasting time to find that out, then" and "don't act like you've been used, it's not like you've never had sex before" and then finally just silence. He drops me off, and I log on Facebook to see he's deleted me! He couldn't even wait to drive home first. And where there was no relationship status posted before, one is now showing that he's in a relationship, and has been for over a year. So my theory is, all the times he "couldn't afford the gas" to see me where times he couldn't sneak away from the girlfriend, and a significant other definitely explains the rush to get me out of his apartment.

Why do people do this? Why be in a relationship if you want to sleep around? And even if you're going to cheat, why fool someone who is looking for more than just sex into sleeping with you, when there are plenty of people out there looking for no more than you are? Hook up with some cheating married chick, at least you're both on the same wavelength about where things are going. It's all so mind boggling.

Online dating sucks.

So, I made a profile on Plenty of Fish recently. I've been on the site before, once when I lived in a different city, and again when I moved back home. I've noticed that people on this site in my hometown are much more homely and desperate than the people dating online in the other city. I wonder why that is?

I don't want to toot my own horn, but I think I'm a reasonably attractive girl. While I'm not the most athletic person, I'm not fat either, I don't have acne or deformities or anything, and I know how to dress well. Besides that, I can hold a decent conversation, and I think I'm pretty entertaining to be around. I'm a catch! I have a healthy enough self esteem to feel like I can be picky, and don't need to settle on someone I'd consider less than desirable. I'm only on this website because I don't really meet too many people other than in bars, and those people are generally there to get wasted and bang strangers, and that's just not my thing.

That being said, I have some qualms with this site and the people on it, and there are some habits I keep noticing that I take issue with. For starters, the dishonesty. In your profile, it asks for your body type. Why put "average" when you're quite overweight? Put "a few extra pounds" if that represents your body type more accurately. And why post old photos of you before you gained that weight or lost your hair? The people you're trying to entice are going to meet you in person anyways, they're going to find out you're bald and fat eventually, so what's the point in wasting your time and theirs? You're far more likely to find someone who will like you for you if you're honest about yourself from the start. These people are almost always the type to call you shallow if you call them out on this once you find out what they really look like. "Don't judge a book by its cover" they say... even when it becomes apparent that they didn't read my profile, in which case, if they messaged me based on my pictures, who are they to call anyone shallow??
(Sidenote: always make a habit of adding someone to Facebook before meeting them in person, that way you can see pics people have tagged them in, which is more accurate because they're recent and not just the most flattering ones.)

That brings me to my next complaint: Not reading my profile before messaging me!  I put a lot of effort into writing a profile that reflects my personality, and explains who I am, what I'm looking for, and the type of person I look for, but I consistently get messages saying little or nothing more than "hey, what's up?" from people I clearly wouldn't want to hear from, such as guys just looking to score, guys not looking for commitment, guys who never want children, or chubby guys. I even mention in my profile that I'm into skinny guys, but i'll still get fat guys or body builders anyways.

Some people actually do read the profile but ignore the parts that would tell them I wouldn't be interested in them. I know this because in their message, they'll reference something they read in the profile, and might even mention "i know you said you like skinny guys, but" or "i'm only in town for the weekend, but". Why waste my time? Are you so egotistical that you think you'll be the exception? That your personality and wit are so amazing that I'll fall for you despite never wanting to see you naked? How would that even work? I mean really, I know *I'm* not going to be everyone's cup of tea, so when I'm reading a profile and they say they like extremely active girls, or they are ridiculously outdoorsy, I don't message them! Because I know I'm not their type! Why can't other people do this?

The repeat messagers. If I don't want to talk to or meet with a person, I don't reply to their messages. I don't know them, I don't owe them an explanation, plus why would I want to spend my time on this site putting effort into how I reject people? That's not what I'm on the site for! Unfortunately most of these people can't take a hint. Usually after the 4th time they've copied and pasted the same line to me, I'll tell him sorry, not into you, and they almost always get angry. Oooh, I'm sorry you went through all that effort of hitting Ctrl+V and I couldn't be bothered to write a sonnet about how terribly awful it is for me to not be able to see past your man boobs and pedo stache to dig deep - real deep - and find some sort of redeeming quality that would allow me to do you in your mother's basement. Get real.

Where oh where is my 6'3" lean but toned  genius hunk, with the biting sarcastic humor, who mocks everything along side of me but reserves his sweet and affectionate side for me? Probably not on a dating site. haha

Competition

When I started at my job, we were an awesome team, everyone helped each other, it was great. If we had 2 servers on a weeknight which isn't that busy, we'd take turns taking tables instead of working sections, because in a bar that doesn't hire hostesses, there's areas of the bar that will always be full and others will always be empty, so it was fair that way.

Then they implemented sections. So it was possible that one server could be running their ass off and raking in tips while another was twiddling their thumbs and making nothing. But we still had that team mentality, and most of the time we would give away tables if the other was idle, again, in the interest of fairness.

Then they started ranking us based on sales per hour, basing the schedule on it, etc. Which is flawed because if your sales are poor and you get shitty shifts, there's no way to sell more and jump the ranks, you're basically stuck.

And it destroys the team aspect of things, I can't give away tables, I'd be giving my competitor sales!

Tonight, my sections were full and kept full. The other server's werent. She kept asking if i needed help, if i wanted her to take a table, and i said no. I just kept taking as many as i could until i could handle no more. i think i gave her one table. So because I keep not giving her tables, she's not gonna help me run food or bus/clean, because that would make me able to take more tables and less likely to give her any. Further damaging a team energy and feeding a competetive, me first attitude.

My sales were $950. I doubt she sold more than $400. Does that mean I'm twice as good of a server as her?
No. It means I'm putting myself first at all times and it's management's fault for creating an environment where I need to do this.

Shit my roomate says

My roomie often drops some serious gems especially since he's become a bit of a stoner lately, and most of my facebook statuses end up being quotes of him, so I figured maybe I should post them here instead. Some of them are typical stoner things, silly things, or offensive things he says to get a rise out of his girlfriend.

While watching the news tonight, a story about a 14 year old girl who killed herself flashes by.
His girlfriend: "Why did she kill herself?"
My roomate: "Because she was too hot"

Comment Card Madness

My work has comment cards that we pass out at the end of each customers' visit. Management and the owner are pushing these heavily, on both ends. They advertize that by filling out the card, the customer is entered into a draw for $50, draws held monthly. They also keep track of how many cards each server gets filled out during each shift. All though they do pay attention to the comments, and have made changes to the menu as a result of them in the past, the main intent is to collect e-mail addresses. They send out waaaay too many e-mails about events and specials, which most people find irritating. But I suppose if they get even a few people to return, it's worth it in their eyes.

In any case, hardly anyone takes these cards seriously. Most cards just say "shorter skirts", "bigger boobs", and "free drinks". Some get pretty hilarious though. A whole table filled their cards with sexual comments about a male manager, asking if the bulge in his pants is a sock shoved down there, calling him "dreamy" and asking what he's doing later. We all had quite the laugh. I get a few cards saying I should be cloned, which is always nice, and I even had a lovely date the other night with a guy who left his number and a note to give him a call!

May I Speak To Your Manager?

I told off my first customer at the new job the other week. I immediately regretted it and imagined I might get into some trouble, which would be unfortunate because I absolutely love my new job.

A table of people with accents walk in... Russian or German, I'm not sure. 2 of them can barely speak english, but know enough to ask if we have anything on special, so I figure I'm not going to make anything off of them. Not a problem since everyone else is treating me well. One of the women with a better grasp of English asks to see a cocktail menu, which is odd in a tavern... also, other than listing what beers we have on draft, the menu just lists prices, and doesn't have an extensive list of every cocktail the bartender knows how to make. So I bring it out, and she says "This doesnt help me. Bring me something fruity. With strawberry". I tell her we have nothing strawberry flavored, and she just says "just fruity then" and waves me away. I bring her a purple haze, and she takes a sip and says she doesnt like it, and says "bring me something else"... I tell her I can't just keep bringing her some random drinks just to have her dislike all of them. She says "maybe if you did a BETTER JOB of picking drinks..." so i say "maybe if you just knew what you wanted..." and she asks to see a manager.

Immediately I have images of being fired going through my head. I swallow my pride, and I go tell S what has happened and have him go speak to them. He makes her a malibu and pineapple, brings it over and tells her "here, try this, and if you don't like it, maybe you should choose your drinks yourself" and walks away.


Did I mention I love my job? :D

Oh, and later her husband comes up to me, pays and tips well, and says "I'm sorry about my wife. She's a bit of a bitch sometimes."

New Job!

So, I finally have another service job, serving at a pub in a rich area of town that I usually never go near. Had my first shift last week, and ended up working in coat check during their busiest night of the week. I've never worked coat check before, but it didn't require any training, and they wanted to give me work instead of having to wait for someone to have time to train me on serving. It was interesting... lots of people walking in with no coat, taking the freezing cold walk from their car to the bar just to avoid paying a dollar to check their coat. So silly. And people walking away without taking their ticket, or losing their ticket and expecting me to give them their coat anyways as long as they can describe it. Doesn't work that way! I told one girl, how would she like it if some girl came in after her, saw her coat and really liked it, and came back later and said she lost her ticket and just described your jacket to me and I gave it to her? She probably wouldn't like that too much! I don't know why people can't just wait til the end of the night and take their coat when it's the last one there, especially since they're only trying to leave 30 min before close anyways. Too silly.

I had my first shift actually serving last night. I was just supposed to read the hand book and menu, maybe take a menu test, but while I was reading, my manager (Let's call him "S") said "hey, why dont you just take that new table?" H (other server) will help you out if you need"... so I did. It was the same POS system as another job I've had, so it was easy to jump right into it. It was a slow night, so I only got 3 tables, but all of them were hilarious, having a fun time, and tipped well over 20%. And they're all regulars, so I'll be seeing them again. I think I'm going to love this job.

My second table filled out our comment cards, and they were a hilarious read. They said things like "I wonder if S stuffs a sock down his pants" and "the girls should go topless"... too funny!

I don't see you!

I've gotten back into bartending in a busy nightclub, and WOW did I miss it. I love not dealing with children, not having to be completely PC and sugar-coated all the time, but the thing I like best of all? Getting to know who's cheap and won't tip me regardless of service early on, and without wasting a lot of time on them first, and getting to outright ignore them as the night gets busy!

Think about it, the bar in a nightclub doesnt exactly have a single-file line, there's a crowd 3 people deep and as wide as the bar will go. Some insistent jerk who thinks getting their shots is more important than everyone else is probably standing inside the bar (just barely, right where the server's station is at the end of it), yelling because my back is to them (but I'll get to them anyways if they haven't stiffed me once or twice already tonight). So, if you're some uppity bitch who walked in with a chip on her shoulder already, and has been treating me like crap all night (snapping fingers at me, waving cash in my face as I'm making someone else's drinks, attempting to correct me on contents of drinks when she doesnt know shit, and of course, stiffing me), get ready to be ignored when I have a mob in front of me. She's most likely acting that way because she's insecure about her appearance and is threatened by the mere existence of someone even remotely attractive. Whatever her issue is, it's not my problem, and I hope she doesn't die of thirst waiting. I don't want to risk making the throngs of other people who MIGHT tip me angry because they had to wait behind someone like you.

Ignorance

Anyhow, I worked at a major chain restaurant... my old manager from one of my old bar jobs was managing there and got me the job.

One afternoon, we had a reso for 20 at noon. I don't know what idiot took that reso, the kitchen can't handle that huge of a party right in the middle of our lunch rush. They should have asked them to pre-order at least, or try to find out if they were on a time constraint... then they might have found out that these people were all from a nearby office building and only had an hour to spare, driving time included. Any idiot should have known they wouldn't be out in time, and that's where the problem lay.

The whole thing was seperate bills, and 6 extra people showed up after orders had already been taken, AND people kept moving seats... NOT helpful when you're trying to keep 26 tickets straight!! And of course, it took 30 min to get their food out from the time they ordered. They started bitching about 15 min after. I explained that the kitchen was a tad backed up, as the rest of the restaurant was packed and other people required food/service too. They weren't having it. As they paid their (separate) bills, one person bitched about me having to go to the bar for change, saying "i thought cash was always faster, thats why i went to an ATM on my way here!!"... um, yeah, cash IS faster when you say "keep the change"... not so much when you intend on stiffing me and don't have exact change. EVERY person stiffed me... I cant believe we dont have autograt for huge parties like that! I did overhear them saying that next time they'll have to go elsewhere because it was soooo slow (30 min ticket time for a 26 top is actually pretty darn fast, if you ask me!) so i got a bit of a smirk knowing they wouldn't be able to stiff THAT server, since all the other restaurants in the area do autograt for parties of 8 or more... i wish i could be a fly on the wall when THAT hissy fit goes down, because I guarantee the wait wont be any shorter at those restaurants either!

Besides the long wait time, there was NO reason to be unhappy. I was attentive with service, there was never an empty glass in front of anyone, modified orders all came out correct, I was friendly (until everyone was grumpy and unresponsive... then I was all about the silent service). I was ABLE to be so attentive because I had absolutely NO other tables... my attention was completely undivided. So when you stiffed me, that means I made no money at all. Actually, after tip out, i PAID $6.40 to serve your cheap asses. 

Bottom line? If you need to be back in the office right away, there's a McDonald's down the street. Oh yeah, they won't mind the ZERO tip either.

Douchebaggery in the Dating World

Is there someone in your life that for one reason or another, you always feel down, or lesser after speaking to them? Who always need to remind you of past mistakes, or even decide what was a mistake and continue to make you feel guilty over it? Do conversations with a friend of yours make you feel guilty without actually feeling you've done anything wrong? I have something groundbreaking to tell you:

IT'S NOT YOU, IT'S THEM.

These so-called friends feel inadequate in their own lives and instead of wallowing in their own failures, they obsess over yours. They bring up your faults, your past mistakes, and seem to have overactive morals, but only in terms of judging you or others, and never in terms of restricting their own actions... and they do this on a regular basis. By always putting you down, they don't have to pay any attention to their own shortcomings. So here's what I've learned, and I hope you'll take them to heart.

Your past mistakes don't have to follow you. If you cheated on a past spouse, did too many drugs, had a child out of wedlock or an abortion, have been to jail or arrested, whatever your past mistakes have been, they DO NOT have to have ANY influence on your present opportunities (well, except employment due to laws I suppose) and they do NOT have to lessen your current happiness. You've made your mistakes, you dealt with the consequences at the time (ie: loss of spouse, health, money, freedom for a period of time) and now you are done with it. You have moved on, and the rest of the people in your life will have to as well, or they can stop associating with you if they are unable to do so. They DO NOT have the right to constantly bring it up or make you perpetually feel bad about it. Remorse is not meant to follow you for the rest of your days. Once again, you deserve to be happy.

You have a right to take other people's words at face value. "I don't want to be in a relationship", "It takes time for me to trust people" or "My kids come first" MEAN JUST THAT. If the person saying these things only say them for the impression they leave or as some move in their sick game of mental chess, that's their damage. You are not to blame if you didn't read into it to realize "I don't want to be in a relationship" really meant "i want to sleep around, but don't you dare do the same", "it takes time for me to trust people" really meant "wait around for me while i sow my wild oats" and "my kids come first" really meant "i will use my kids as an excuse to not see you whenever you bore me". You don't have to play their games, you don't have to whip out your "insane to sane dictionary" to try to figure out what they REALLY meant. If you take their words at face value and react as such and they don't like the outcome, that's THEIR problem, not yours!

On that note, if you don't find the hidden meaning of what they say, and you somehow act against what they were trying to accomplish by saying this, and you still don't consider yourself in the wrong, don't cave and give them a fake apology. It's won't shut them up like you're hoping, it'll just give them free liscence to try and make you feel guilty about it again and again. Like a rabid dog, they will never drop it. So drop them.

You are not a bad person for not wanting to have someone in your life who brings you down. You can't change them. You will never be the help they need. They need therapy and quite possibly medication, and your poon and/or wang will never be a suitable substitution. Do not feel guilty for cutting them loose. Do not cave because you pity them. Just take a break, and you'll soon realize you don't care anymore. It's not heartless, it's self-preservation.

Critical Mass

Fucking christ, I hate those protesting hippies.

In case you dont know what Critical Mass is, it's a stupid protest that happened twice already this summer, in which a bunch of hippies ride their bikes through downtown during rush hour, obeying no traffic laws, and making a huge mess, and then crying like a bunch of whiney little bitches when they get arrested or their asses kicked.

First of all, they're doing shit all to get a point across. What is their agenda? I heard that they're biking to protest over use of cars or something. But they had no signs, and I saw only 1 guy handing out leaflets about it.

Basically, they're hurting their own cause just by doing this! This isnt proving that biking is a better alternative to driving a car at all, it's just proving that if everyone rode bikes instead of driving cars, there would be complete havoc downtown all the time. I hope that next time they do this, a couple of them get hit by cars. If they're going to ride their bikes, they have to follow traffic laws. No crossing at red lights, and stay in lanes like a car (no driving between cars at stop lights). If one of them crossed at a red light, and I was driving through the intersection at the green light, I would just speed up and hit them. And they would be at fault for crossing illegally, so they couldnt do shit about it! Teach those little shits a lesson.

Semi-Religious Rant

This isnt what you're expecting, believe me. I'm not gonna go on a rant about Christianity, actually, I think that's getting old hat.

What is with the human race and their constant forcing their beliefs on everyone? During my younger days, probably right around age 14 or 15, I used to hate Christians and their consistent forcing their religion down peoples throats, and thought that Atheists were pretty cool by contrast. Now I have a bone to pick with both. Forcing non belief is just as irritating as forcing beliefs.

I'm not so all up ons the idea of bitching about Christianity anymore. That lost its appeal right around my 15th birthday. It's not Christianity I hate, it's Christians who think their lives purpose is to convert everyone. And that's not just Christians, that's the entire human race. Now, I'm no Christian, but I definitely come from a religious family. My mom's side of the family are all Roman Catholics, and my father's family is Mennonite. I was baptized, confirmed, and I attended Sunday school/Youth group until I was 14. I dont agree with the bible, and I dont agree that not believing in the bible is going to grant me some big horrible punishment once my body is used up. That being said, I have a great respect for both religions I came from. Being Catholic is linked to being Italian, and I'm very proud of my Italian background. It's a part of my culture, and I can never completely turn my back on it. As for Mennonites, they went through so much persecution for centuries just to be able to maintain their religion and culture, and how can you NOT have respect for that?

I'm so sick of people trying to be "cool" or "different" by either abondoning religion, or taking up a "darker" alternative religion like Satanism... or hey, you like pissing your parents off, but you love your kitty too much to sacrifice it, take up Goth Lite... aka Wiccanism! So many things wrong with all this. I actually think Wicca is a neat concept, and I know a few people who truly believe in it, and take the whole "harm none" thing seriously... but when you see a catty goth chick fondling her pentagram while glaring at every other female in the room, you cant help but laugh. If I see a pentagram worn in combination with excessive fish nets, my eyes will roll on their own volition, and I'm sorry, but I really have no control over this. What part of "harm none" includes gossip, jealousy, and malicious back-stabbing? Also, Satanism is retarded. It's a phony religion! It was made up by some loser who was just doing all that "mysteriously evil" crap to try and get some goth spooky-twat. If you believe Christianity is bullshit, then you cant believe Satan exists, because Satan is a Christian concept, you idiots! You werent even creative enough to make up your own evil entity!

I'm so sick and tired of being told what to think. It's like everyone's out to educate me. I dont mind having a simple conversation, but being told "no, this is what I think, I'm right, and what you think is wrong" is just plain stupid, and completely invalidates the entire concept of a conversation. People, if you're so set in your ways that you wont even consider my opinion a valid possibility, please refrain from bringing the topic up. If you want someone to look at you blankly and never refute what you say, get a dog.

10 Things I Hate About You (and You, and You...)

You know what really grinds my gears? You, America!

haha yeah I kid, Im more original than that :P

Anywho, I thought I'd make a list simply because I woke up way the fuck too early today and I am bored.

1: Eating at a Chinese restaurant, and then learning AFTER I've eaten a tofu based dish that there was oyster sauce in the sauce it was in. Why the fuck would I be eating tofu if I wasn't a vegetarian? Maybe I just prefer to eat gelatinous goop over meat? Come on!

2: People with a competitive nature. I hate it when I'm just doing my own thing, and it happens to be similar to what someone else does, so that someone else feels it's their life goal to prove that they're better than me at it. A: you're not, and B: why should it matter? Just be happy with what you're doing, don't use my experiences as a measuring stick for your success, because it's like apples and oranges, it doesn't really compare!

3: Venues with shitty monitors. It's so annoying having to choose between either not hearing myself at all unless I strain super hard to be as loud as I can be, or having to find some spot where it doesn't feedback, and stand stock still in that spot.

4: Pity whores who tell their sob stories to whoever they can corner and force their tale on. It must suck to have to get friends by making everyone feel sorry for you, rather than having friends who keep you around because you add to their lives.

5: Scenesters who base their life around what happened at the last show or afterparty. Grow the fuck up and get a life.

6: The homeless. I dont feel sorry for you at all, you're the way you are because you chose drugs or sniffing solvents over working for a living. I will not pitch in for your next bottle of paint thinner, and I will not donate to soup kitchens so you can spend whatever you make panhanding on a king can instead of food either. Social Assistance was intended to help you get back on your feet, not to live off of it forever, so if you choose to gamble away your welfare check or spend it on drugs, don't cry to me when you're hungry. I worked for my money (you know, at a JOB, maybe you've heard of such a thing?) and a portion of it already goes to you from my taxes, you're not getting a penny more.

7: People who call me a shit disturber. All I do is recap the truth when the truth is something that affects me personally, and directly. If you dont like it, you are in complete control of what that truth may be. I cant repeat it if you just dont do/say these things to me/about me in the first place, so it is no one's fault but your own. Grow up and accept blame when the blame is rightfully on you.

8: Pro Ana websites. Anorexia is a disease, not a lifestyle choice, it does not deserve support, it deserves prevention and help to get over it. The first time I ever saw one of those "thinsperation" pages, I almost vomited. Why would you want to look like a skeleton anyways? Do you think guys get hard over those skeletons hanging in the corner of their biology classrooms? You need help, but you want to justify your addiction to weight loss by enlisting other sick individuals to help it seem more normal. Just because this disease is rampant doesnt mean it is normal. Eat a fucking sandwich.

9: Parents who cant control their children in public, or take their noise-prone children to public places and ruin it for everyone else. If you know your kid is going through a tantrum phase, dont bring it to a restaurant or movie theatre. I know it sucks to have to stay home all the time, but dont be a selfish cow and make everyone else in a restaurant's life misearble by letting your kid scream and cry about not being allowed soft drinks. It's not my fault you couldnt keep your legs closed, YOU live with the consequences, dont make ME suffer too.

10: Feminazis who make real feminists look bad. Dont bitch if a guy opens a door for you or pulls out a chair for you. He is not undermining you, he is not saying you are unable to because women are feeble, he's showing you courtesy out of respect and care for you. We are not at war anymore. We have the vote, we're welcome in the workplace, we're not walking baby factories or servants without pay, and that's good enough for me.

Old People: What Is Your Problem?

Like most people my age, I really hate old people. Habitually busing home hungover in the morning/afternoon from friend's couches lead to being on buses full of disgusting old people. There was a lady who had one long nail that she was using to pick her teeth with and then she'd suck it clean, quite loudly. There was an old man who had his tongue hanging out the whole time trying to taste his chin, and the whole bus smelled of feces.

Less obvious forms of displayed dementia include rude, cantankerous old fuckers who think that simply surviving this long has given them some sort of over-entitled status. Doors must be held open despite full motor abilities and/or a mechanical "handicapped" door opening button. Seats vacated for them despite other seats being readily available in designated priority seating areas. Or in the bar I work at, service given to them before younger, more  generous tippers. NO THANKS! You think giving me a quarter after ordering a round for your old cronies is doing me a favor, you classless, ignorant fucks. That 25 year old next to you who leaves me at least a buck per drink is getting served first, and I don't care if you've been standing there longer!

Gender Stereotypes, I Question Your Origins

Sometimes I wonder how gender stereotypes came to be. The more I interact with people, the more I see traits normally assumed to be dominant in one gender being a part of another. The trait I'm going to delve into in this blog is the emotional impact of relationships gone wrong, and how they affect or even in some cases prevent future relationships. This is commonly referred to as having "baggage".

We are taught, through tv shows and movies, that women are emotional, and allow the past to scar them, and often project insecurities that were cultivated during bad relationships onto current or prospective relationships, while men are supposed to allow everything to roll off of them like beads of water, and be the more logical and less emotional party when it comes to current/prospective relationships. Women are also perceived as weak, while men are supposed to be strong and brave.

Yet I find that every man-whore or commitment-phobic male has a story of a girl who fucked him over. I find that women also have horror stories, yet they dont let it hold them back from getting into new relationships after the fact. They seem to either learn from it and adjust their standards accordingly, or just jump back into dating, blindly (and possibly bravely) hoping for the best.

How is it that the old stereotypes still exist, and affect our current perception of gender roles, when actual examples of such stereotypes are the minority? Please feel free to comment with your thoughts.

Couples Feeding Each Other: Is It Still Romance If There's Bullshit at the End of Your Forks?

Love can blind, but hey, so can syphilis.
It's a heavy word (love, not syphilis). Smart people tend to put immense amounts of thought behind the sentiment before telling their sweetheart how serious their feelings are for them. Complete dumbasses seem to spew the word forth at every opportunity, without any grasp on what the word means.
Loving someone is placing them high on your list of priorities. It's actually giving a shit about how your decisions affect someone. It's about wanting to make them happy or contributing to their lives.
Loving someone isn't doing whatever the hell you want and only being sorry that there were consequences. It isn't settling on someone because you don't want to be alone, need to get laid, and don't think you can do any better than your current prospects.
If you've told more than one partner in a span of a few months that you love them, you probably have less of a grasp on what the word means than Alanis Morissette has on irony.

Why blog?

Previously, when something irked me, I would get the undeniable urge to rant about it in writing. I would do so in my "notes" section on Facebook, which would have undesirable repercussions. As vague as I would try to be, the protagonist who's actions irked me in the first place would usually figure it out and try to cause me or my reputation harm, or other actual friends might be guilty of the things I ridicule and take offense. So, I figured I'd let off some steam elsewhere, and let strangers be offended instead of friends... or maybe amused, even. Or these rants can sit here unread, but at least typing them out would give me some sort of satisfaction, if only by getting words and phrases out of my head and onto a screen.

These rants won't be of a continuing theme, though as I work in a bar, I'm sure a lot of what I have to say will be about shitty customers. I hope not to become one of many service industry blogs, simply because there are so many out there, and I doubt I have anything to say on the topic that hasn't been said yet (hurr, non-tippers suck). But yeah. If that's what's on my mind after working 5 nights a week, can you blame me?

I'll copy and paste some old rantings from more private journals to get the ball rolling while I formulate my opinions on more recent piss-offs, so if anyone stumbles upon this blog, there will be content waiting for them.

Here goes nothing. Enjoy!