The Filthy Truth

Hi Everyone,

This blog has been on my mind for months. And the filthy truth is that I am writing it because it is easier than the blog I have been putting off for days. Yea, that one isn’t going to go over well with a lot of people. That’s for another day. Here’s today’s blog.

The filthy truth is . . .

that when someone told me, “You’re lucky.” I wanted to say, “Really? I chose not to stick a needle in my arm. And not do a lot of other things, because I chose to read books. So could you please tell me, exactly how I am lucky? We all make decisions.” But I stopped because you know, making good decisions is not something that person was accustomed to hearing. To say I was pissed off is to say an eclipse is so bright it will hurt your eyes if you stare at it.

we all make decisions every day. If someone makes one or more good ones, they should not be punished for them yet a lot of the time they are.

that there are some people I won’t dare tell the truth to. This is not because I feel sorry for them or I don’t want to hurt their feelings. I just know that I would have to charge them with assault and battery because every one of them would clock me—at least once. So yea, when people say the truth hurts, they forget it can hurt the person saying it too.

there are some people who have worked really hard and have sacrificed a lot for what they have. Building a great life doesn’t happen overnight. It also takes longer than a week. So yea, I get really pissed off when someone doesn’t even bother to think about that before they start flapping their yap.

when people are jealous it means that they are not and cannot be grateful for what they have. They are also bottomless pits disguised as insecure people. So yea, they are the most bruised peaches on the branch. Just saying.

people who are jealous will say and do anything to knock the people they are jealous of because it is the only way they can feel better of themselves. So yea, the only polite way to say it is, they are pathetic.

some females (sic) are so fucking desperate (for a man/attention or both) that they make the characters in, Desperate Housewives, look like innocent 3 month olds.

I could go on, but life I short and the next blog isn’t going to write itself. Buckle up!

Thank you for reading, A. Rebel’s Rant! ;D

 

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