Complaint After Complaint

You CANNOT self proclaim a nickname! It doesn’t happen that way. The whole point of a nickname is something fond that people call you because your name sucks or they have just found a better one for you. It might be related to a past experience, it might have something to do with your last name, a name you were called when you were younger, how you look, talk or act but it is most definitely, absolutely not given to you by you. Your friends (or enemies) give you nicknames, they are the best and only kind that should be honored. If you have made up your own nickname…please stop. It’s offensive to me and all the people around you because we should have that honor, not you.

I don’t know how many of you good folks out there have tats, I have a couple, I like them they make me look tough. However, I don’t like it when people want to touch them. I know what you are thinking “Well, then why did you get them if you didn’t want people to comment on them you freak of nature?” I don’t mind at all when people ask questions politely and respectfully. BUT when you ask to see my tattoos and I say,“sure” all the sudden seeing starts happening with fingers instead of eyes, I’m not ok with that. I don’t know you, or where your hands have been. Why would you be surprised when I asked you not to touch me? You are a stranger! No my tattoo isn’t new, I just don’t like to be touched by people with whom I’m not acquainted that should be enough of an answer.

I always want to ask if they would ever touch someone with an oddly shaped birthmark, let’s say it looks like Abe Lincoln. I can’t imagine anyone asking where they got that done, or if it hurt and then maybe giving Abe’s “beard“a little scratch just to see if it’s fuzzy. I am not a circus freak people! I just have some pictures on me that I happen to like. Let me live in peace, but if you need to know something just be nice to me and I’m sure you’ll get an answer. I feel like this goes for all the tattooed gum chewing freaks out there. Just love us, we’re people too.

Aw, that’s real sweet…someone loves you.

Ok, I’m over it and I’m going to guess that your crappy boyfriend of about 2 days gave that to you for your 48 hour anniversary so he could do you in the car, knock you up, decide to have the baby and then fail to pay child support. Congratulations on being tacky.

Ok, I don’t like kids. At least not other peoples. They’re usually rude. They don’t say anything when you say “What’s up?” to them. They smell sometimes and most of the ones I see don’t seem to wear pants.

But I really hate it when mothers bring their enormous baby strollers on the bus and someone has to help them get it on the bus…and then off the bus. It never fits right in the aisle. Everyone is really uncomfortably squashed all the sudden and you have to plan a completely new exit route off the bus if godforbid you’re behind the stroller. Then there is the actual baby inside which sometimes is cute and distracts you from your current situation. Most of the time it’s annoying and eating, getting crumbs everywhere and you wonder why it’s allowed to eat Doritos at 7am. Then you think about child obesity and how it’s a huge problem in the world and how we’re all going to hell in a hand basket.