That’s Rich.

I’ve struggled with money for some time now, and it’s been far too long since I’ve been in a position to save money for something big. In the past I’ve been lucky to have any money left after bills and expenses.

So, imagine how it felt when I was speaking to someone about how we are working on budgeting and saving everything we can for a house, and a voice blurts out from behind me “Ooh, rich. Must be nice.”

First of all, was not speaking to this person. Second, saving money for a house implies you are not rich, because you have to save. Seriously, what the fuck, bruh?

This has me seriously thinking about how many times in my life people around me have been absolutely nasty to me when I even stood a chance of having something they didn’t. I don’t even have to achieve the goal, I just have to set my sights on it and it causes dumb comments like this to leave their lips.

I’ve always kept a tight circle, because I’m well aware what the world is like. This person (I thought?) was a friend. After multiple similar behavioural “slips” I’m realizing they aren’t slips, they’re the act of an asshat. I guess because when a friend achieves a goal or gets something they wanted, or even is in a place to have these things, I get excited for them, I forgot what a bitter place the world can be.

It’s okay. I’ll save my excitement for those who can find it in themselves to reciprocate. Or maybe my rich friends. *laughs hysterically*



Bacon, it’s the New Bread.

I used to sugar coat things more, to avoid unnecessary confrontations or arguments. I also used to allow myself to be walked on and spoken to as if I was less than human. I’ve changed, and I think for the better. I don’t go out of my way to be malicious or anything like that, but you best believe if you spew bullshit at me, I’m going to at the very least question it. 

Social media has give voice to every misguided, stupid or misinformed Joe on the planet, and now they share this information on Facebook, twitter, etc – wherever anyone will listen. When misinformation is pointed out, however, it often causes a negative reaction from that person. Often I just ignore it and move on to save the breath but sometimes it’s just not possible. 

Today’s “debate” was caused by my statement that 7-8 slices of bacon was not a suitable healthy replacement for bread on a sandwich. Erm, what’s better, I was told the best way to lose weight was to cut carbs because they’re “fake energy” and eat fat, this was the argument used to say that eating half a pack of bacon is fine because it’s *ahem* in moderation. Again. HALF A PACK. 

I also must remember that this person (a male) once complained his ovaries were hurting to my boyfriend and their other friend… and not as a joke. 


Trains, Plebes and Automobiles.

Last night, my boyfriend and I watched a perfect example of humanity’s reasoning abilities.

We were headed for an access to take us to a different area of town (ours is split by an escarpment), and a train was crossing it. Not the first time it’s happened, getting used to it actually because it’s near our house. 
There was a fairly long line of cars waiting, that’s fine. It would take us longer to circle around to the next access than it took to sit there. I think we were waiting maybe eight or ten minutes? Well, we were the second last car (truth be told the last guy didn’t fit, and was halfway into the turning line and right against our bumper). 

We waited patiently as we watched a circus of shit drivers unfold in front of us. As it reached about the eight minute mark, most of the people in front of us decided it would be a good time to pull a u-turn and leave. It involved – for some of them – driving up on curbs, cutting off traffic that was coming from the last side street from the train tracks, and the guy directly in front of us just got out of his car and went for a walk toward the train, playing with his phone. 

Then the train finished. 

Guy with phone doesn’t even realize that the train has finished and he panics, running back for his car. Traffic has already started coming the other way, and he’s locked his doors so is struggling getting it open and getting safely into the car. Then, as he drove away he opened his door again and closed it, swerving all over the road.

If all of these people had waited the other two minutes it would have been simple. After waiting eight minutes, two is nothing, and it would take you at least another eight to make your way to the next access. People, why you so dumb?