Need to vent? Here's the place.

[wisemithrandir]

I was picking out my dinner in our local supermarket today when Moby Dick comes rolling by on a scooter loaded with nothing but frozen pizza, candy, and ice cream. He runs OVER MY FUCKING FOOT with his 400 pound lard tub of a body on that scooter, then has the balls to call me a "Skinny *****" when I call him out on it. I felt like grabbing a steak knife from the kitchen supply section, cutting him in half and watching him bleed steak sauce. Two of my toes are broken, but I'm not going to sue because of how fucking merciful I've decided to be. Fat Acceptance my ass, lose some weight you piles of cottage cheese. I don't care how "hard" it is for a walrus like you to exercise or eat right, it's completely possible to lose weight as long as you---get this---exercise each day and not eat crap 24/7. NOTHING in the world is preventing you from exercising and eating right, not any disease, not any bad luck, not any mental condition.

I <3 you so much right now.

 

[Mr Box]

Damn you Microsoft.
To Hell with you Sony

Why did the two of you have to start this war?

(Referring to the fanboys, not the actuall console war.)

 

[NovaCascade]

I never have any time. I was at uni full time plus 2.5hrs travel each way every day, and a casual job on top of that. I decided to drop out of uni due to a severe lack of interest/motivation, and now everyone seems to think that I've let them down. Parents in particular. Of course, now they are being really "encouraging" about finding a full time job somewhere. Or just finding anything to not have me sitting around doing nothing for more than 10 minutes at a time

I haven't seen my best friend in months, my two other good friend that I do see more regularly often talk like I'm not even there.

I'm tired of being single. I'm 23 and have had exactly one date, while my 21 year old sister just got engaged. As happy as I am for them (and I am) it really makes me feel like I'm falling behind.

I'm tired of my Dad always guilt tripping me about playing games. I always have to be looking over my shoulder to see if he's coming because he thinks that there is nothing worse in the world I could be doing. So many games I would have liked to play but I never buy them because he makes me feel terrible about it.

Thanks you Ren3004, I needed that. Not that it really changes anything, but its nice to know that someone out there read this.

 

[legion431]

I'm sick of having to go to a Catholic school and not being able to show my thoughts on their stupid, fucking religion or even present my own beliefs without the fear of expulsion.

 

[tthor]

I'm beginning to hate some of my friends. i have a lot of female friends, most of which are very much anime fangirls, and, frankly, its getting a bit annoying. they show a disturbing level of obsession with certain shows, certain characters, and especially yoai.. i don't mind yoai, not interested in it, but don't mind... but their utter OBSESSION with it is honestly disturbing me. this can't be psychologically healthy..

 

[wisemithrandir]

I hate how some people have opinions that they claim as fact, and when your opinion differs from theirs, yours is seen as wrong, and of lesser value. This can be on anything from where you stand politically, to whether or not you like ketchup. I have different opinions, stop getting mad that I don't agree with you!

 

[Fantasylord]

Don't get me wrong all in all I think I'm a pretty lucky guy, and am thankful for what I have but I do have quite a few things that I get pissed off about. Like my brother who seems to think that he can just wantonly mess up the house ie: make himself breakfast and lunch, invite his friends for a party, frigging leaving water bottl;es dirty dishes, glasses scattered thoughout the house, and actually expects me to clean it up and if i don't my parents get angry at me for being so lazy. Not to mention the fact that I continueally ask em for help to get my application for a post secondary school ready and help me acquire the documents nescessary to apply. I ask em for help it takes forever, partially due to the recent post office strikes so I just got them now. My brother asks for help its done in a day two friggin weeks ago WTF, and yes I am jelous of him. My job isn't much bettter either. Time and time again I have continually asked for a transfer to floor associate just about anywhere since I am tired of being a stock associate for walmart (My job is to get the carts back inside, collect baskets help customers load stuff into their cars, cover matenance and greeter positions, make bales take care of empty pallets and whatever else the managers can dream up.) I am friggin tired of it so ask for a different position on 5 seperate occasions. I have gotten every excuse in the book, sorry we need stock associates because we are understaffed, sorry we have to keep you in your full time position and we have no full time positions in the areas you want to work in, or when they really feel like feeding me BS: oh don't worry I'm actually giving you shifts in a new department with the new schedule I'm just writing up right now. Then a week or two later nope still haven't been transfered go find the manager ask him what the heck happened "O sorry I totally forgot to schedule you guess you'll have to make due with your full time shifts in stock associate," then pretty much get this bull fed to me for a few weeks on end till I give up. Followed by me asking around for references since clearly I am wasting my time. Standard answer I only got 2 references while the others I asked simply gave me the old "I'm sorry we cannot provide evaluations for other venues of employment, corporate policy." So finally go to my resume turns out since I don't have the right program for word that was used on the resume so i can't change it and my printer ink is empty and have no idea wut type to buy, yay me I totally suck.

 

[hailfire]

alright, here goes. I hate scene boys, and people who make up cute little names for things to not face the truth, like "escort" instead of whore. I hate people who push their dogs in strollers, and people who rant about how animal abusers should die. I hate people who love animals but don't give a shit about people, and people who complain because "under God" is in the pledge of alleigence. I hate gay people who act flamboyent and disgusting in public and then complain that they're being persecuted in the same way black people were during the civil rights movement. I hate black people who say they love martin luthur king junior but hate God, despite the fact that his full title was the rev. martin luther king jr. I hate people who are racist for no reason except that they are mindless idiots who do what others tell them without question. I hate teenagers who shoplift and want to have sex at fifteen, and be dicks to adults because they are feeling rebellious. I hate people who get absurdly drunk without caring that the sober people have to take care of their clumsy drunk asses, and people who are picky eaters simply to cause problems for the other people they have to eat with. I hate people who say that my tax dollars should pay for all of the lazy unemployment milking slobs, and people who overspend and destroy the economy. I hate people who make a big deal about things that offend people, and then turn around and talk about how much they like free speech. ironically, I know with absolute certainty that I will be banned from the escapist forums for this post, as I have engaged in several debate here on this site, and have not been very subtle about my opinions. this is the final straw for me, but I rest easy knowing several things. first of all, this felt damn good to get off my chest. second of all, I love living in a country where I can't be persecuted for this post. as conservetive as I am, freedom of speech is pretty fun. thirdly, I love the fact that the escapist still has the authority to shut people up when they say bad things, so banning me for this post is actually kind of a blessing as it restores my faith in humanity.

finally, to anyone who actually finished reading this, I congratulate you. if you are now steaming with rage because I somehow insulted you, get over yourself. I'm just a high school kid, so everything I say here is pretty meaningless, and if it offends you, that's probably because it's the truth.

 

[finalfreek666]

I think this is a great post idea!

I just got out of the military, and I'm going to college. All the friends that I left in this god forsaken state have stabbed me in the back, but despite knowing this my family thinks I should still hang out with them. Those bastards (my parents) wonder why I don't want to live in that god damn house and they ask me consently: why I had to move to a different city, why I couldn't go to school locally, But I pity them to much to out right say that I hate them. I mean, they have to live with the fact that their son graduated high school (they didn't), served his country (they wouldn't), and is going to college (they never will); and their daughter is probibly going to drop out of high school after her punk-ass boyfriend knocks her up then leaves her, and she'll probably never leave that town.

That whore of an ex that I spent five damn years with, then she gives me a "Dear John," call (Dear John, I've been fucking your friend for two monthes... I think we should see other people.). Does anyone here know what it's like to return an engagment ring? My best friend since second grade didn't invite me to his wedding, hell I didn't even know about it until a month later. Money is always an issue. I only have two people in the world that I can trust, and they both treat me like shit. School sucks because everyone in that college is a wet behind the ears punk that's going to school on Mommy and Daddy's dime and they haven't had to worry about dieing or getting shot or "If this damn vest is actually going to stop a bullet." I hate my family, I'm losing faith in humanity, and I hate layng awake at night in my big fucking bed alone, but I'm to much of a god damn coward to talk to any woman that I meet 'cause of all the shit I went through with that last damn one. I stopped smokeing, stopped drinking, and I'm getting fit so that I can at least look at a mirror with out feeling like shit. But wait, my time in the military has left me so damn paranoid, that I'm reaching for my gun when ever I hear a bump in the night and I'm reaching for my pocket knife whenever someone walks toward me, so being attractive to other people is that last thing I want, 'cause then they'll approach me.

-whoooot- damn I feel better, and that ain't even that half of it. Thanks for listening.

 

[Chelsizzle]

YOU'RE NOT FUCKING FAT SO SHUT THE FUCK UP. People can see your ribs when you wear a form-fitting shirt, so shut your fucking mouth and stop attention-whoring.


Really? You miss me? Is that why you've barely tried to keep in contact with me over the past few weeks? Alright then.


..That's enough for now.

 

[Tarkinor]

Recently, I have been completely unable to play several of my online games due to issues with my laptop and, I would assume, my internet provider. Earlier today, I call tech support and I allow them to try and fix my computer.

After more than an hour of working with the tech support, I needed to put the phone down for a moment. I told them this and went away for about 7 minutes. When I came back, the tech support is not present on the other end of the phone, and the connection for him to control my computer has been severed. I wait 20 minutes and the tech support does not return to the phone.

THEN, after trying to use my computer, I find it is now running SLOWER! WTF!!!!!!!!!!!!! Where the fuck did that bastard go!? What did he do to my computer?! I was only gone for 7 fucking minutes! ARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGH

 

[Fangv2]

I was picking out my dinner in our local supermarket today when Moby Dick comes rolling by on a scooter loaded with nothing but frozen pizza, candy, and ice cream. He runs OVER MY FUCKING FOOT with his 400 pound lard tub of a body on that scooter, then has the balls to call me a "Skinny *****" when I call him out on it. I felt like grabbing a steak knife from the kitchen supply section, cutting him in half and watching him bleed steak sauce. Two of my toes are broken, but I'm not going to sue because of how fucking merciful I've decided to be. Fat Acceptance my ass, lose some weight you piles of cottage cheese. I don't care how "hard" it is for a walrus like you to exercise or eat right, it's completely possible to lose weight as long as you---get this---exercise each day and not eat crap 24/7. NOTHING in the world is preventing you from exercising and eating right, not any disease, not any bad luck, not any mental condition.

THANK YOU. That is so annoying. Some fatass 20-30 year old wheeling around Wal-mart when those carts are meant for the elderly, or people who have a physical injury.

Hm... I really can't think of anything to vent about. Other than the fact that my Scout troop is doing food/drink for an Civil War reenactment that is meant to bring us "money" so we don't have to do Popcorn selling. So we have like 7 people(2 adults, 5 Boy Scouts) so you can't move inside the fucking area we have set up with all the food/drinks when all we need is 4 people(1 adult, 3 scouts) in the area. I can forgive them tho cause of the fact it's the first time we've done this so it's an learning process.

Also Metal Gear Solid: Twin Snakes. FUCK YOU. You are a terrible game that shouldn't have been made.

 

[JCBFGD]

I could take this opportunity to complain about my family's $60K debt, or about how I can't stand my parents' passive-aggressive bickering (they're only married now for financial reasons) and how it ruined my birthday a few days ago, or how my mom is almost 40 and acts 16. But no. I'll ***** about two simple things.

Spoiler: Number 1. Be warned, it's the Great Wall of Text.

So there's this guy I was friends with from 2006-2009 (5th grade-9th grade). Wait, I probably shouldn't use the word "friend", because for those three years I associated myself with him, he took literally every opportunity to either insult me or beat me. And that's what this particular venting is about. I finally snapped at a football game, and said something along the lines of, "[name], why can't you fucking treat me like a human being?!" All I got in response was a satisfied smirk. So then we stopped being friends. My other friends, which were also his, were alright with this for a little while. Then they started being assholes. Never mind the fact that I had been friends with them three years prior to [name] entering the picture. Wow, great way to treat a friend of six years. Naturally, I stopped talking to them. Wait, there was a problem with that...what was it? Oh yeah. They were my only friends that were within walking distance (same cul de sac), so when I stopped hanging out with them, I was more or less unofficially exiled to my house. I mean, why bother? I couldn't hang out with them, and if I left to go anywhere, I was sure to hear some taunts, just because I was walking. And after three years of non-stop taunting, I couldn't stand to hear anymore. So pretty much sense then, I am in my room most of the day. I had another friend in my neighbourhood who I'd visit with occasionally, but then he moved to Iowa. Fucking great.

And then there was school, where I couldn't just stay in my room to avoid him. If I ever saw him, guess what? Insults. I remember one day, I was on my way to gym, and him and his friend followed me down the stairs calling me fat (which I am, but does it really need to be rubbed in?), and coincidentally, I had to give a presentation in my English class that same day, and I, like so many people, have a phobia of public speaking. Well, with being followed plus having to face my worst fear, I had a seven hour panic attack. (Okay, people with Panic Disorder, maybe it was an anxiety attack or something, either way, though, I was in hell.)

Then in March of last year, [name] apologised to me. Me, being the all too forgiving guy that I am, put the past three-and-a-half years behind me. Sadly, I still didn't feel welcomed outside, so I still stayed in. But I didn't care, because I didn't have to avoid [name] anymore! Skiddly-dee! And even after all he'd put me through, I still did my best to be there for him when he tried, and failed, multiple times to commit suicide.

But then comes March of this year. My friend told me that he started, again, to make fun of me behind my back. After I sided with him against our former friends (he had a falling out with them, too), and after I comforted him during his suicidal phase, the guy starts shit again. But you know what? After seeing how much he failed in offing himself, and after seeing how he was, alone and miserable, just as I was because of him, I stopped being afraid of him. I stopped caring about what he said about me. He just became too damned pathetic and too damned worthless in my book. And I bet making fun of me gives him a nice confidence boost, so go ahead, [name], do whatever makes you feel good. No, really, please do. I don't care. People as sad as yourself don't phase me. I just laugh at how pathetic they are. I wonder how it must feel knowing the person you mock doesn't care because he perceives you as "too pathetic to worry about"?

Did you think I was done? Nope. That was merely the exposition. Luckily, this is going to be shorter.

I'm now living with the after-effects of bullying. Did you know there were after-effects? I sure didn't! But apparently they are. They include: social anxiety, hyper-vigilance (I never let my guard down; I'm always on the look out for threats), loneliness, low self-esteem, and trust issues. I also have a very mild phobia of laughter; whenever I hear laughter, the first thing I think of is, "Goddamn it, they're talking about me! What'd I do, and how can I fix it??", and the second thing I think is, "Those worthless fucking shits, I don't even know them!" I say "mild" because this only happens at school. I also think I'm kinda thin-skinned, but I've heard that most bullying victims feel as though they are. So yeah, that's what I live with every day, and I can't stand it. I don't like to talk about it (except anonymously in a place designated for such purposes, such as here), either. I've got this idea in my head somehow that talking about my problems with others just bothers them and wastes their time because no one cares (another after-effect maybe?). This is actually the first time, in fact, that I've ever talked about this. I admit it, I've occasionally contemplated suicide, but that always leads to, "What does it accomplish? You have dreams, don't you want to achieve them?" Thank [deity] for that thought process!

Ooh, hey, another possible after-effect! I'm now afraid that, because my post is so long, random Escapists are gonna insult me or scold me for it. Please don't.

Spoiler: Number 2. If you try to avoid topics regarding sexual assault or similar matters, don't read this.

I have, as so many people do these days, very good friends who I know via the Interwebz. One of these friends, who we shall call [name], I've known for three years. We're very good friends, and we talk about a great many things. Blah blah blah. Well, a few days ago, I casually asked her how her day was. Her reply? "I'm trying to forget things that I don't want to remember." "Why's that??" "Some 'things' happened to me when I was 5. But I love the boy who did it, I mean, he's part of my family, and he was only 8. Which means someone else was doing it to him." At this point I fly into a homicidal rage. I'm ready to buy the next ticket to [state she lives in] and beat the shit out of this worthless ************ who touched her, as well as the piece of shit who touched him. I realise now that I don't remember all of it, probably because it was late and I was raging. I'll do the best I can to recollect. If I'm not mistaken, I simply say, "I'm in a homicidal rage right now," but we talk about it, I try to comfort her, encourage her to tell, etc etc. But she won't, 'cause it'd "tear her family apart", and, in fairness, it was 11 years ago.

I'm still very angry about this whole thing. You don't get to fuck with one of my friends and get away with it. I'm powerless, though, since I'm X states away from her. And that's one of the things bothering me about this. I feel powerless to change this and to help her. I hate feeling helpless. This also isn't the first time someone close to me was molested. My mom was molested by her grandfather, and then raped about a year ago by an internet date (be cautious of anyone named John/Jon on plentyoffish.com who lives in central Ohio and works in (I think) medicine). And I can't get do anything about it because her grandfather is (luckily) dead, and I don't know how to track down the man who raped her. I can't stand this feeling of powerlessness. I know that's nothing, though, compared to how they must feel.

Back on topic, apparently, I'm the first person she's ever told. And in a very strange way, I'm flattered. I mean, she trusts me enough to tell me first about something of this magnitude. I, as you may know if you read Number 1, am not very trusting. But now, I think she may be one of the very few (I'm talking maybe three people) who I trust completely. I'm thinking of telling her all the shit in Number 1 so that she knows that I trust her...bitching is apparently the only way I know to show that I trust her =P

I'd also like to say now that no, I don't have any romantic feelings toward [name], mostly because we are, mentally, complete opposites.

If you're reading this bit of text, you've either read what's in the tags, or you went, "TL;DR." In the case of the latter, what a story, Mark. In the case of the former, then thanks for reading, I guess, and I hope I didn't waste your time.

 

[icame]

I'm sick of living with my parents..my dad in particular
My Dad is the most cruel ignorant selfish bastard I have ever had the displeasure of living with!
He never let me have any friends or even go to public school when i was a little kid.
When I first started playing the guitar he hit me if i didn't learn a song before my next guitar lesson.
I recently came out of the closet...when he found out he pushed me over and kicked me....mum just stood there and watched....he's the reason i'm so darn shy and socially awkward and the worst part is i have to live with him for another 4 years.

Also screw garageband for not having a better drum loop creator...I can't work with this!

I can understand how you feel, but not really from personal experience. I am not gay, but one of my best friends is. I was someone he could rely on whenever shit got really bad at school for him. He had never said he was gay, but everyone believed he was anyway so he got bullied, harassed, and picked on really bad. One particularly bad moment of bullying was when one guy called him a ****** and punched him in the chest repeatedly after my friend bumped into him. This got me really angry so I kicked the bully on the back of the knee as hard as I could, then punched him when he went down, which broke his nose. It got me suspended for 2 weeks but I'll be damned if I ever say it wasn't worth it.

That was the day he came out of the closet to his family and his life got even worse after that, because since his parents were (unknowingly to him) completely homophobic, not even his house was a sanctuary to all the shit he put up with everyday. Hell, after that half the time we spent together was talking about all the problems at his home.

So yeah... I feel for you.

OT: Now for my own venting...

I can truly not understand something about human nature. Why do we stop ourselves from doing things that are fun to us, because we consider it something that we're not "supposed" (Not in a legal way) to do, as a man, woman, w/e. What got me thinking about this was another friend of mine who enjoys metal music. It turns out that he got into a pop group after hearing one of their songs online. When one of his friends asked him "What kinda girly shit is this?" he stopped listening to them?

This angered the hell out of me. Why in the world would you stop doing something you enjoy? To please other people? If they cannot except you for who you are, along with what you enjoy, then you know what? FUCK EM', you don't need them. Your too good for them because of their level of ignorance.

/end of wall of text

 

[NellNell]

Screw pointless school starting in 2 weeks.

Screw my Ex dating my best friend and making everything way to awkward.

Screw the way we broke up and the downward spiral I'm still in.

Screw having the munchies at 1 A.M.

Screw it still being hot as balls outside.

Screw not having a damn job even though everyone from my class has one.

And finally screw the end of Clannad. That show made me cry manly tears, twice!

/end rant

 

[kouriichi]

CANADIAN, FRIGGAN, BACON.

What kind of f*cking scam is that!?!?

Ok, i went to MickyD's with my grandfather, and i was looking at the menu for what i wanted. And i see, "Canadian Bacon, Egg and cheese on McMuffin".

And i think to myself, "Hmmm.... but be that sweet maple bacon you can get." You know, the apple smoked bacon with the sweet flavor to it? So i order the sandwich, and i sit down, i unwrap it, and theres a thick slice if F*CKING HAM ON MY SANDWICH.

I dont want ham. I want bacon. This is clearly not bacon. This is ham. And ham isnt bacon.
So i go back to the counter and im like "Hey, you got my order wrong, this i ham, not bacon."

And the bimbo at the counter ((i have nothing against women, but she was litterally twirling her hair, chewing gum, and speaking like a valley girl.)) goes, "Well you ordered canadian bacon, what did you expect?"
"Oh, i dont know. Maybe some F*CKING BACON? Can i at least get a different sandwich?!?"
"No sir, you touched your sandwich so we cant take it back."

Now i have nothing against canadians. In fact, one of my best friends is Canadian. But what the hell do you have to smoke, to call ham "bacon"!?!?!?
I mean, i raged so hard at the chick that the manager had to come out, and threaten to call the cops if i didnt leave. WELL IM NOT THE ONE SCAMMING PEOPLE WITH FALSE PROMISES OF CRUNCHY DELIGHT, ONLY SO I CAN GIVE THEM A CHEAP CUT OF UNDER COOKED PIG ARSE.

And thats my rage. I could go on about it for 12 pages worth of text ((like i sent to my state senator.)) but id just be wasting everyones time. And sorry about the caps. This is the only subject that grinds my gears. ((you could talk about a man killing kittens using stim-cell enjected fetuses and i wouldnt bat an eye. But you mention "canadian bacon" and i ready to punch the nearest sales person.))

 

[Trippy Turtle]

Family is really annoying a lot of the time and I my English teacher is the worst teacher I have ever had. Every time I walk into that class I want to punch something preferably her.

 

[iLazy]

I hate Toddlers & Tiaras, Teen Mom, 16 and Pregnant, Jersey Shore, and FREAKING PEOPLE MAKING MORE MONEY THEN ME FOR DOING SHIT THAT WOULD'VE GOTTEN THEM THROWN INTO AN ASYLUM!! And what the hell is with these teen girls getting pregnant? I just wanna punch them in the face. Repeatedly.

I also hate it when people phone and spend five fucking minutes trying to figure out who they want to talk to. I have other people on the line, I am not here to play twenty questions with you. I also hate it when children 'prank call'. I don't give a fuck if your parent phones the next day to complain, I'm not putting up with that shit when I'm trying to do my DAMN JOB!

I also hate jello. Every time I eat it, there's something hard in it. EVERY. FUCKING. TIME.

Phew, that was good. Thank you OP, I can probably get to sleep peacefully now.

 

[LikeDustInTheWind]

Fuck the old italian assholes who walk into the place I work at 10:50 (We close at 11) and order a pizza that takes an hour to make. WE WANT TO GO HOME WHY THE FUCK DON'T YOU!?

Fuck geography for making me never see my long-distance girlfriend.

Fuck my dad for being a dickhole to me every day of my entire fucking life.

And finally FUCK EVERYONE WHO HAS EVER TREATED ME LIKE SHIT BECAUSE I'M AN ATHEIST. I DON'T GIVE A FUCK WHAT YOUR RELIGION IS WHY IN THE HELL DO YOU CARE ABOUT MINE?

Thanks OP, that really helped

Edit:

Big Snip

...You do realize bacon is made from pigs, AKA ham?

 

[icame]

FFS PEOPLE

If you get a calendar invitation for rated battlegrounds at 5 PM server that specifically tells you to show up, SHOW UP!

Only half the members showed up (the raid leader not being one of them), so we had to pull together a group comprised of random people.

That made me feel better. I hate it when people do that.

Want to know something worse? Being at lich king (This was still during WOTLK), with 0 (FUCKING 0) deaths so far in the raid. But it was 4 in the morning so we decided to call it a night. We decided to meet up the next day to finish it. Guess who showed up? 6 of the people -.-