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Everyone sing! (To the tune off "Going to the country, gonna eat me lots of peaches"...)
"Going to the desert, gonna kill me lots of people!
Going to the desert, gonna kill me lots of people!"
So I'm talking to my best friend Neets back in Arizona today, and she's telling me about the impending high school graduation of Bug, her eldest daughter. We've talked about Bug here before, folks...she of the brain surgery a while back.
It seems a whole shitload of people are taking advantage of Neets' good nature. These people include, but are not limited to: Bug, Bug's father, Bug's father's family, Bug's father's ex-wife, Bug's father's ex-wife's family, Neets' family, and probably a few of Neets' coworkers as well, but for reasons unrelated to the graduation...they are just lazy shits. And besides, with the coworkers, Neets has enough authority at her job to be able to basically order her lazy coworkers to make up for what they had left for Neets to do previously.
No, it's the families that have me up in arms. Seems that Neets is doing all this work, spending all this money, to accommodate all these people, and what are they doing? Are they thanking her? Offering to help her with the work? Pitching in some money of their own? No. They are bitching that it's not enough, that this isn't right, that that wasn't enough, etc., etc., etfuckingcetera.
Now mind you , Neets was not complaining to me about this. She was just relating the tale somewhat bemusedly, but I was neither be-mused nor a-mused. The more she said, the madder I got. I told her point blank it might be better for her NOT to invite me to the graduation, because if I see any of this in person, I am absolutely, without a doubt, 100% guaranteed to GO OFF on the offending party. And frankly I don't care who it is, or who they think they are, or what they think of me. This shit needs to STOP. Neets is too nice to say anything, for the most part, and a lot of time rationalizes stuff by saying, "Well, I only did this," or "It's not as bad as this other thing," and so on and so forth.
Fuck that. And fuck these people. Who the fuck do they think they are? What on god's green earth gives them the right to bitch and moan about and to someone who is being nice enough to do all this shit for them? I am not about to excuse this shit. And frankly, the more I thought about it, the more I got mad at Neets herself, for allowing this all to happen. And then I started getting mad at her husband, Golf Boy, for allowing it to happen as well. And both of these people are great people and among my best friends. But they are allowing themselves to be doormatted, and I don't let anyone do that to my friends....even if it's my friends themselves doing it!
Bug and some of her "entourage" are going to get an earful if they pull any of this shit while I am out in Zona, if I go. And while most people think of me as a fun-loving jokester just out to have a good time, I can be absolutely vicious and uncompromising and downright brutal if provoked.
Call the undertaker. The bodies are going to start piling up.
"Going to the desert, gonna kill me lots of people!
Going to the desert, gonna kill me lots of people!"
So I'm talking to my best friend Neets back in Arizona today, and she's telling me about the impending high school graduation of Bug, her eldest daughter. We've talked about Bug here before, folks...she of the brain surgery a while back.
It seems a whole shitload of people are taking advantage of Neets' good nature. These people include, but are not limited to: Bug, Bug's father, Bug's father's family, Bug's father's ex-wife, Bug's father's ex-wife's family, Neets' family, and probably a few of Neets' coworkers as well, but for reasons unrelated to the graduation...they are just lazy shits. And besides, with the coworkers, Neets has enough authority at her job to be able to basically order her lazy coworkers to make up for what they had left for Neets to do previously.
No, it's the families that have me up in arms. Seems that Neets is doing all this work, spending all this money, to accommodate all these people, and what are they doing? Are they thanking her? Offering to help her with the work? Pitching in some money of their own? No. They are bitching that it's not enough, that this isn't right, that that wasn't enough, etc., etc., etfuckingcetera.
Now mind you , Neets was not complaining to me about this. She was just relating the tale somewhat bemusedly, but I was neither be-mused nor a-mused. The more she said, the madder I got. I told her point blank it might be better for her NOT to invite me to the graduation, because if I see any of this in person, I am absolutely, without a doubt, 100% guaranteed to GO OFF on the offending party. And frankly I don't care who it is, or who they think they are, or what they think of me. This shit needs to STOP. Neets is too nice to say anything, for the most part, and a lot of time rationalizes stuff by saying, "Well, I only did this," or "It's not as bad as this other thing," and so on and so forth.
Fuck that. And fuck these people. Who the fuck do they think they are? What on god's green earth gives them the right to bitch and moan about and to someone who is being nice enough to do all this shit for them? I am not about to excuse this shit. And frankly, the more I thought about it, the more I got mad at Neets herself, for allowing this all to happen. And then I started getting mad at her husband, Golf Boy, for allowing it to happen as well. And both of these people are great people and among my best friends. But they are allowing themselves to be doormatted, and I don't let anyone do that to my friends....even if it's my friends themselves doing it!
Bug and some of her "entourage" are going to get an earful if they pull any of this shit while I am out in Zona, if I go. And while most people think of me as a fun-loving jokester just out to have a good time, I can be absolutely vicious and uncompromising and downright brutal if provoked.
Call the undertaker. The bodies are going to start piling up.
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