People Who Drop Hints
Instead of being direct and just asking for something.
Instead of being direct and just asking for something.
When I went to school, the popular people would pick on this one kid because they thought he was annoying. I felt bad for him, so whenever I got the chance I tried to be nice. Well, one time the bell rang and as everyone was rushing out of the classroom, the kid dropped something. I picked it up and handed it to him, but he snatched it away and didn’t even thank me. Excuse me, I was trying to be nice to you, unlike everyone else in the school!
I hate when people constantly complain about and make fun of Twilight. Yeah, we get it, you’re a twenty-seven year old man who dislikes a franchise targeting teenage girls. It wasn’t written for you—of course you’re not going to like it! Get on with your life. Whining about it just gives it more attention. Grow up and stop wasting my time.
I hate when my cat jumps onto the table and sticks his head into my cup of milk, knocking it over.
My dad was a heavy drinker when I was younger, but he stopped. All of a sudden, he’s drinking again. I just want to shake him and yell at him for being so stupid. Maybe I’ll remind him what killed his nephew—a drunk driver. Maybe I can remind him why my mom decided to divorce him. Is getting arrested in front of your five year old not enough? Now you’re forgetting things and acting depressed and everything reeks of beer. May I have permission to slap you and maybe have a mental breakdown, just to show you how much you’re hurting everyone?
Sickening. Just sickening. That’s why when I hear about domestic abuse, I don’t care about it. We’re people. We’re disgusting, evil creatures. But we’re smart. If you’re getting abused, do something to stop it. I did. I don’t cringe when a person yells at me, I calmly push them aside. But when you hurt animals, helpless animals, who, it just happens to be, are NOT humans, and therefore can’t think of a way out, I will find you and hang you by your intestines. It’s just sickening to think of a full grown man hitting a puppy. Just… ugh.
I despise when adults use the age card on me. I have a valid idea and they shoot it down, saying that something I say can’t possibly be useful, because I’m only sixteen. Why does age have to be a factor when ideas are tossed around? If a thirty year old and I had the same thought, it would be more accepted if he introduced it, because he is older.
I am not even physically able to eat a sandwich without getting sauce and various other foods all over my clothing. I then have to walk around all day with stained clothes.
I know I’m gonna get bashed for this one, but is it seriously necessary to drink at every party and event that happens in life? Do you seriously need to drink to enjoy the party? I’ve had alcohol before and I hated it! I also have a great time at parties without it, and you did too when you didn’t fall and break your face on the table. I don’t see the fun in not remembering the party, or what day it is.
After thirteen years, he calls me at work and says, “I need to tell you something before you hear it from someone else.†At work! I said I was busy and hung up on him. Later I sent him a text asking, “Do I know her?†He responded, saying, “I’m afraid you do. I’m so sorry, baby. The last thing I wanted to do is hurt you.†I have not responded or talked to him again. It’s been a almost a week. I hate him!