All I seem to do is get annoyed at silly people and silly things at the moment. No, it's not hormones and no, I'm not overly tired or anything that might explain my increasing irritation towards the human race. I have come to the conclusion that I'm just reaching the end of my tolerance for idiots.
I am fed up of getting stressed out over small things, like people being utterly fake and devious. Manipulation is a loner's game; if you were as popular as you think, there would be no need to entice friends through subtle little power plays. Money does not buy happiness. It might buy you a couple of friends who are desperate, but believe me, they probably dislike you as much as you dislike yourself.
I am seriously getting pissed at ignorance and the inability to see the bigger picture. Of being blaming others for their own failures in life. You know what? I'd respect you more if you admitted you had made a mistake rather than use excuse after excuse to explain away idiocy.
I am annoyed at lazy people who cannot organise their lives enough to be able to do their own stuff, and instead, sit back and watch, refusing to interact whilst everyone else runs 'round like a headless chicken doing everything.
Most of all, I am wound up the most by people who sit on the fence and have no opinion whatsoever. Surely it is as bad to do nothing than to do the worst thing? Didn't Edmund Burke once say, "All that is necessary for evil to triumph, is that good men do nothing"?
Other than this, it is Friday, I am in my favourite green jeans (Topshop's best buy. Ever) I've had hot chocolate and I have just seen someone who makes me look good, even in the mornings. If the fence is wedged up your arse, get off it and develop an opinion. For my sanity's sake. Please.
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