Friday, July 06, 2007
DISCLAIMER: THIS POST IS DONE WHEN I WAS DAMN PISSED. WAS IS THE KEYWORD. DO NOT ASK ME ABOUT WHO THE PPLE ARE BECAUSE I WILL NOT TELL U WHO NO MATTER WHO YOU ARE UNLESS YOU'RE MY MOTHER.
This week has been a very shitty week (Becks, 2007, p. 11; Winwin, 2007, p. 21). I have met a lot of fucking irritating people this week. Everyone hates fucking irritating people. At first, one would think "Well this person is irritating but yeah maybe I can take a bit more..". After a week or two, the same person would think "Wow omg this person is so irritating.. This person is getting on my nerves..". But there is this point of time where every human being, male or female, normal or abnormal, obese or not obese, reaches a certain limit of patience. when that limit is crossed, one would think "OMFG THIS PERSON IS SO FUCKING IRRITATING I WANNA SLAP THE DAYLIGHTS OUT OF THE PERSON'S FACE, PULL OUT ALL THE PERSON'S TEETH AND MAKE THE PERSON CRINGE IN SO MUCH PAIN THAT THE PERSON SHOULD NEVER WANT TO STEP OUTSIDE THE HOUSE AGAIN". And then this would make you wonder, "Why are these fucking irritating people so fucking irritating?". These fucking irritating people are fucking irritating due to three main reasons: They are assholes, they are bloody irritators and they ruin your plan for the day.
Firstly, fucking irritating people are fucking irritating because they are assholes. They irritate the hell out of you every once in a while (you are quite lucky if this is the case) or every time (well you are not that lucky if this is the situation you are in). They try to tell you that "Hey I can do this and you can't", but then again you would not care about what the hell they are doing since doing it does not give you any practical advantage in real life. Also, they try to act cool and suave; they try to make it seem as if they know everything under the sun, though in actual fact, their guess is as good as your guess. They also try to make you do according to what they think, which will, I am certain of it, irritate the hell out of you. Lastly, these fucking irritating people are assholes as they degrade you all the time for their personal benefit; they make themselves look cool by making the people around them look uncool, which, in this case, is very anal and kao bei. These fucking irritating facts about some fucking irritating people are what make them assholes.
At the same time, some fucking irritating are seriously fucking irritating as they are bloody irritators. They tend to bitch and whine a lot, which make them fucking irritating. For the simplest of things which anyone, even a baby, can ever do, they will, believe me, I am not exaggerating, ask for help ALL THE TIME. For example, a fucking irritating person which is a bugger would ask you to help carry stuff, which kinds of makes you wonder "How the fuck did you bring it over here in the first place?". Another example would be the fucking irritating person asking you to borrow a book for the same person's own use, when the same fucking irritating person is right beside you and is not really doing anything. Again, this situation will, I am very very sure, make you think "Why can't you bloody do it yourself? Are you missing half a brain or something? You know they sell pig's brains at the nearby kopitiam. I'm really sure that half of that pig's brain can really match with your other half brain in your head. I can lend you money if you dun have any now. Oh what? You want me to help you buy? OK but last one already ar..." Also these buggers think that they are royalty. They think, yes they can think, that everything that goes around them must be to their convenience. However, these buggers fail to realise that they are not in their idiotic and bloody realm of imagination anymore, but are in the real, physical world. For some, this might be of little concern. However, there are LOTS AND LOTS of people who think that these fucking irritating people should be slapped, or even be killed and resurrected to be killed again and again, so that they wake up to their senses and finally realise that they are in the real world and not the Kids Central world.
Finally, fucking irritating people are fucking irritating as they ruin your plan for the day. Chia (2007) stated:
"There's this most irritating feeling where you achieve this sense of promise from someone and in the end that person backs out. And it's even MORE irritating when the backing out part is so last minute. What's worse is when someone knows that he/she's got other engagements but forget and make plans and then throw away those plans just 'cause he/she suddenly remembers that he/she had previous plans already. No, losing party's not the forgetful one; it's the one with false hopes that gets screwed."
(para. 1)
What you have painstakingly been planning, maintaining or looking forward to, these fucking irritating people destroy. Some go as far as making one wait for nothing. Personally, I find waiting to be the shittiest thing to do in the whole wide world. In my humble opinion, waiting is morally and politically acceptable when one waits for someone or something at the very least. Waiting is then not morally acceptable and impolitically correct one waits for nothing. Waiting for nothing is a bloody waste of time and energy. It makes one miss out on all the other stuff that one could be doing, like going to gym, getting home early to do work, sleeping, learning new things and all the others that occur in your mind while reading this piece of crap essay.
To me, fucking irritating people are, well, simply fucking irritating. If law allows a fucking irritating person to be murdered, all fucking irritating people should be exterminated. They should be slapped in the face millions and millions of times. After that, they should be killed. And then resurrected. And then killed again. This process of killing and resurrecting, called killurrecting, should be repeated millions of times. After which, these fucking irritating people should be banished in a single room, in which they, in high hopes, contract the disease called "hikikomori" (Becks, 2007, p. 12) and then die.
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