I learn valuable lessons on a daily basis regarding those around me, and I have concluded that humans are full of shyt and can kiss my ever loving azz. From the time I step into the office, till the time I am grabbing my shyt to get out of that place, it seems that the entire world is full of chaos for those eight to ten hours. Goodness gracious, what the hell is wrong with people being so fcked up at life in general. I mean, damn, who ever says to themselves “today will be the first day of the end of my life” because they are just that committed to fcking it up royally.
Today I had the honor of witnessing a man at the convenience store have an entire conversation with himself. I couldn’t make out what he was talking about, but he was engulfed in this very animated interaction. I have to think to myself, “exactly what event occurred in his life that the end result was having random conversations with himself at the local Rite Aid?”
I pondered awhile today about some random shyt and I just wanted to share my frustration.