I hate teenagers who think they’re “all that†and can say whatever they want to a freak’s face, thinking it’s funny and “doesn’t do any harmâ€, without it ever occurring that this person might be already be mistreated every day by their family, their teachers, random strangers, all because they’re transgendered.
Yes, I know, I’m a minority and I should expect to be pushed around, beaten up, threatened with death, but that doesn’t make me feel any better when I’m bruised and bleeding. I also just plain hate most teens.
My mom takes naps every day after work. I crawled into bed with her once (I’m a girl) because I wanted to nap too. So as we’re laying there, just as I realized that I forgot to turn my phone to silent, someone texts me. She immediately says, “Turn that off. You’re in my room and my bed, so you have to accommodate me.†I agreed with her, so I turned it off, apologized, and went back to bed. The next week, I decided to take a nap in my room. My mom’s like, “Heyyy, can I come nap with you, please?†I’m like, “Sure!†So she comes and we’re falling asleep as my phone yet again receives a new text, because, again, I forgot. She’s like, “Omg! Turn it off! I’m your guest, so you have to accommodate me.â€
Then why did you ask? At first I wanted this title to be, “People Who Ask About Your Life But They Don’t Even Care Once You Tell Themâ€, but that would be too long.
I went to the reception area at my school and asked if they had any Band-Aids, to which the woman at the desk replied, “…please?†in a very rude tone. I’m sorry, but I didn’t know if you had any—that was the whole point of the question. I’m not going to say “please†until I’m sure you have them.
In every school there’s a guy that nobody talks to. He’s quiet, generally stays away from crowds, has a crush on a popular girl, but nobody talks to him. You know who I’m talking about. That quiet guy, sitting there, staring blankly, and you have no idea what’s going on in his head. Does he want to shoot everybody? Commit suicide? Endure the ignorance? Lash out at an innocent person because one remark would be the last straw? You probably never thought about it until I mentioned it, right? Think about it. It’s the quiet ones you gotta watch out for.
Two of my little cousins, who are three and five years younger than me, are always bugging me whenever I see them. I like them and all, but can’t they realize I’m older and more mature then they are? Why can’t they let me sit and talk to the adults and listen to their funny stories and stuff? It’s worse when they come to my house for an event. If my iPod Touch or laptop is sitting out, they pick them up and ask if they can and use them, when they have no idea how. They need to realize how expensive these things are. One time, I was on my laptop and I had to let them watch a Hannah Montana video on YouTube. (They think that I still like her.) Then the youngest one kept pressing buttons on the keyboard even when I told her not to, and she pressed delete and deleted something important. She’s lucky that I got it back. My point is, they need to realize that I need space. If they really want to play with me, I would prefer something that I could show them or teach them.
I hate it when I try to put pants on after taking a shower but my legs are so sticky from being wet that it takes like ten minutes to get the pants on.
I just hate it when I have all but one of the ingredients needed to cook something! I spend forever looking for the perfect recipe for something and I’m all happy, and when I start mixing up the flour I realize I don’t have baking powder! Ugh, I get so mad, I just look for something else to eat.
I have seen too many videos of drunks sitting around, acting like idiots. The most recent one was my brother and his friends jumping around, playing with fire, things like that. Then one night, he and a couple others had to go to the hospital with half their legs burned off. Fortunately they all recovered. And to celebrate their release from the hospital, they went out and got wasted.