I hate humanity, part 3

Happy Independence Day, everybody. Yay.

Of all days to find more proof the human race sucks, this day. If anyone ever asks me why I’d never bring kids into the world even if I wanted to, this is the answer.

I discovered this on my Tumblr dashboard today. Long story short, the author of this post went to a comedy club with some friends. One of the comedian made jokes about rape and sexual assault and when she rightfully called him out on it, he not only called her and friends names, but threatened them and got the whole audience in on it. She complained to the manager, but he just excused it, saying she shouldn’t come to a comedy club if she can’t take a joke. Yet I bet if any of these people had a loved one who was raped, it wouldn’t be so funny. Or maybe they’re the type of people who would blame that loved one for it.

Not only should that club be shut down, but that comedian should be arrested and charged for his attacks and threats, and the manager should be arrested and charged well for allowing and enabling it.

I. Hate. People.

I Hate Humanity…

I already posted about I lost faith in humanity last year. Now, I’m wishing the world really would have ended on 12/21/12.

I don’t even want to talk about it. Just read it: The human race sucks…

Wishful Wednesday: Join the 21st Century, Mom

My wish for this Wednesday? That my mother joins the 21st century.

Really, even if it is just concern for my safety, I’m tired of the paranoia. I’m tired of the “don’t go here; don’t go there” because I’m female and – ZOMG! – there will be guys around. What in the world makes her think only girls are susceptible to danger? Last I checked, guys are capable of being assaulted too. Not to mention crimes do happen in broad daylight!

Some time ago, I also ranted on my main Tumblr blog about how she thinks I shouldn’t have an iPhone because she supposedly knows some girl who was killed over one. She always has stories like this. If they’re true, then she knows a lot of people who have been murdered. I’d be scarred from that. I guess it never occurred to her that if someone wants to kill me, they’ll do it whether I have an iPhone or not.

I’m just fed up of hearing it. There’s being concerned and there’s being paranoid. If I were to take “better safe than sorry” to heart, I’d have to lock myself in a closet and remain forever shut off from the outside world. I really do not want to be part of a world where it should be assumed that every single person you don’t know who you pass by secretly wants to hurt you.

True Colors

No MM segment today because I’m in a bad mood.

It’s interesting that when someone says “I’m okay with whatever you want to do”, they really mean “I’m only okay with whatever you want as long as I approve.” In other words, they’re lying.

My grandfather knows I’m moving and he is not happy about it. His first reaction to the news was to get drunk. Then, he told my uncle to try to convince me to stay. Of course, my uncle didn’t. He takes my grandfather about as seriously as I do: not at all.

Yesterday, he insulted to me (to my mother) by saying he doesn’t see how I could hold a job when I can’t even keep my room clean. Besides that this is a blatant lie, this insult came about when I told him I was taking a year off school because I wanted to work. Why my mom told him I was taking a gap year is beyond me, but most of my family members are gossips to begin with. Anyway, my answer to his question of where I want to work was “Anywhere”. Rather than realize I meant temporarily, he decided I would have a mentality of working anywhere for the rest of my life and proceeded to go into a rant about a person cannot support themselves working at McDonald’s. Note that I did not say a specific place. He assumed this. Idiot.

He also believes my mother talked me into moving back in with her, not attending school and is teaching me to live off the system. All are false, but, of course, he can’t imagine I could make any decision on my own because I’m supposed to be too stupid to be able to make my own choices.

My uncle told me today that my grandfather will not allow me to take my laptop. Do I care? No. I can back up all of my files and wipe the entire hard drive out. Not to mention he doesn’t even know how use a computer. My uncle does, but he’s unable to use mine. So, basically, my laptop would just sit and collect dust. Fine by me. That’s $427 out of his pocket going to waste, not mine.

With all of the things he has done, my grandfather has no business telling someone else how to live their life. He’s angry because I’m capable of deciding things for myself and I don’t need or want his approval. He cannot stop me from moving out and he knows it. He doesn’t want me to leave, yet he’s giving me every reason I should.

I have come to the conclusion that my grandfather will never respect me as an intelligent individual capable of making choices and following her own path. And you know what? I’m okay with that. He is close-minded and I cannot do anything about that. I have better things to do than fight for the approval of someone who clearly does not respect me as a person. I don’t plan on maintaining contact with him after I move out.

I don’t think I’ve ever spoken about myself this way before, but I don’t deserve to be treated this way. Nobody does.