But that post did my MY standards for assholishness.

Carry on.

I judge people who use glitter texts as wastes of foreskin.

My friend in a wheelchair once asked another friend to get his wallet, and when he went to get the wallet he yelled out thief. A few people were coming to kick the friends ass before figuring out is was a joke. It's funny stuff.

While we're on this topic, how about people who tell you to smile?

Now, I'm not talking about your friends saying "Man, you look kinda of down, what's wrong? Yeah, that sucks, but you're really dwelling on it too much; it's time to move on" sort of thing. That's actually useful and expected from people who care about you when you are going through difficult situations.

I'm talking about strangers who I meet on the bus telling me to smile. Let me elaborate:

One day I was riding the bus home from work. Although I hardly have any idea what I looked like at the time- and I consider it irrelevant anyways- I'm pretty sure I looked like someone who had just finished working a long day, was tired, hungry and ready to go home to eat dinner and relax.

An old man in a dirty hat boards the bus at the next stop and strikes up a conversation with the driver. I'm sitting at the front of the bus so I overhear part of their conversation although I don't particularly pay much attention to it. The old man seems either really obnoxious or drunk. At one point he says something about bimbos, and at at that moment he decides to give me a good 5 second stare. Again, I am not sure what I looked like at the time but I'm pretty sure my immediate reaction to an old man in a dirty hat staring at me would be to give them the death look.

He turns back to the driver to continue their conversation. After about a minute or so passes he decides to turn around to stare at me AGAIN, and simply tells me to "Smile." That's it. He commanded me to smile.

Usually in these kinds of situations I'm so stunned that I can't think of something to say. I replied "I don't ride the bus to be told what to do, thanks," and then he left me alone, although I would've much rather said "I hope you get testicular cancer."

As I said, he might've been drunk, but I really wasn't able to ascertain as much, and this isn't the first case where I've run into a TOTAL stranger telling me to smile. I'm sure this happens to guys as well, but I think it probably happens to women more frequently because maybe there are still backasswards people out there who think we're supposed to be a bunch of submissive complacent sex bots who wear high heels and make up while doing laundry, and if we're not smiling constantly as if our faces were paralyzed to resemble Barbie, well then something must be wrong.

So no, I will not smile for you. In fact, after asking me to, I will probably scowl at you. I apologize for ruining your perfect world where everyone is smiling all the time.

This doesn't really bite my ass anymore (I've gotten used to it), it's just something I was reminded of and needed to rant about. I'm a serious- (some say stern) faced person, but it's not because I'm unhappy- it's simply in my nature. I remember being told to smile when I was as young as 5, which confused me the hell out of me (why would I just walk around smiling all the time? I smile when I laugh). It's involuntary! And fake smiles are insincere.

Something that gets me with my family is that they're constantly commenting I look sad, when in fact, I'm generally not unless there's a good reason for it, and I bounce back from it pretty quickly when I am. I'm starting to think that I might frown when I'm thinking about something, because that's generally when they comment.

My mom also has a persistent habit of asking what I'm thinking about, often out of the blue or directly after she tells me something, when I generally am not thinking about anything, and she doesn't take "nothing" for an answer, so I have to make up some BS to satisfy her. One of these days, I swear I'm just going to snap and tell her if I wanted anyone to know, I'd be saying it, instead. Of course, when that day comes, she's going to get all butthurt and snap back and it's going to be my fault somehow that she drives me to distraction wanting to know every last thing going on in my mind.

My pensive face is the same as my depressed face so whenever I'm in a thoughtful mood for a day people freak out and make sure I don't kill myself (note hyperbole.)

You know I never quite got what about people makes them act like they're in a B-grade sitcom but going all "hurr hurr vidjagames are for BOYS" seems right up there.

It's especially aggravating cause you'd think that person who works in retail in the video game district of the store/game store as a whole would have seen like, one or two girls buying them once in a while.

Shit I know like four girls who work in game stores. As managers!

May I go out on a limb and suggest that these boys, and I do stress boys, who see the occasional video game girl have this reaction because they failed to become attractive to the last video gamer girl so they therefore are amazed at the constant second chances.


I suggest this in an effort to bring this even further into the "B-grade sitcom" Zone.

See I started this thread because I thought seeing that everyone has shit that really burns their ass would make me feel better in that whole "Everybody gets pissed off" vibe. Instead now I'm kind of depressed that everyone has such terrible things happening to them.

I kind of want to mail Pocheros and Mauve Tasers now.

Wait...

Why?

@ Mac: Aw jeez! :( *hugs*

Hahah!! That's happened to me too! XD I've also had someone ask if I was buying for the kids I don't have. I'm 23. If I had kids, they sure as hell wouldn't be old enough for me to buy Devil May Cry for them.

Yeah. Granted, she was kind of a bitch. But still. Back when I was eight or nine, my mom took us to the local health department for flu shots. One of the people working in the office pulled her aside and said, "There is no excuse for this! We have a food program!" Needless to say, we went to our pediatrician for immunizations from that point on.

I grew up in a town of 1,500. My graduating class was a grand total of 35 people. That means that if you live there, you'll never meet anyone new, ever, until you leave the town. If people decide they don't like you or that you're weird, the entire town will know about it within a week and you'll never outgrow it or meet new people who have different opinions of you. Hence why I left high school my junior year and went straight to college in another town.


I really don't have a problem with how I look, as far as being skinny goes. I'm absolutely cool with that. I just don't like being mocked or stared at.


And thanks, everybody. I know this might sound weird, but it's actually nice to know that I'm not the only one who has problems like this. We kick ass, guys.

I guess the obvious thing to do now is for us all to join forces as a crime-fighting super team of underdogs. Or super villains, whichever. Which do you guys prefer: Secret underground lair, mountaintop doom castle, or space fortress? I'm up for any of the above.
Woohoo!!