When Insomnia Wins

Oh, look! Another vague blog post that someone is going to think is about them! 

Shall I proceed? I shall. 

I can say that over the past several years I've learned to deal with a wide variety of people, whether it be through work, music, or beligerent nights out doing things I don't remember. Mix that with my IDGAF attitude, and voila! No one ever really gets to me. There have been some rare exceptions, but, all in all, people don't really get under my skin. 

Except for a special group of assholes...

Selfish fucking liars. 

Ok, everyone lies, it's human nature, I understand that. My pet peeve falls into a specific category. I can't stand when people lie in order to get what they want by taking advantage of someone's emotions. Having been on the shitty end of these situations I can speak to the level of pure anger that results from them. Not only do I become completely disappointed in that person, but I also feel entirely used. I know I had mentioned in a previous blog that I hate being confused in many situations and that I'd rather just know what's going on no matter what...well, this is one scenario where I wish I didn't know. I get so fucking angry and it takes almost all of me not to react in a way that I'd regret. The worst part of it is when it's used in desperation, knowing that the person has used it before on someone else and it didn't work. So, the logical thing to do is to try it on me, right? Yeah, that doesn't make me feel like a last resort at all. Just man up and accept defeat, damn!

So, in short, if you tell me something, taking advantage of my feelings (what little feelings I may or may not have) just to get your way...go fuck yourself. I have enough shit to deal with and I can easily afford to cut you the fuck off...or actually cut you. Your choice. 

I mean, if you do it to someone else, we're cool. As long as you don't do it to me. Is that fucked up?! 

And now to wait for a text...

Goodnight, bitches. 

Rex.