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I’ve never made it a big secret about my serious disliking of the general public. The category of this post even shows it. I. Hate. People. Now, I like certain individuals of course, but people in general I just cant stand. I’ve never been one for crowds or public places (unless theres some form of sports and drinking involved). And my stint working at Radio Shack and Best Buy only enhanced that hatred. You combine that with the fact that I’m a pretty aggressive driver, and you can see how I might just get irritated a tad bit here in Oregon. Over the weekend, I had to do a bit of driving around and ran some errands (inbetween the hours and hours of playing Call of Duty 3). Apparently, since it started really raining again, not only has everyone seem to have forgotten the simplistics behind right-of-way, people automatically have to drive 10mph slower than the speed limit and practically stop when making any sort of turn that they could make going 15mph. And then, when you’re trying to park, they have to walk down the center of the lane making it impossible for you to find a good parking spot in a reasonable amount of time. And of course, inside the store, the must stop in the middle of the aisle for at least 30 seconds every 3 feet. GAHHHH!!!

Now that I’ve ranted about my lousy time with the fellow Oregonians, let me get to the title of this post. I had a few people who I had no clue who they were just come up to me and start talking to me about random crap as though I actually gave a shit what the fuck they were talking about. Some of it was random crap, other people wanted to talk about dogs (as I was usually walking one the dogs at the time). Still, other than someone asking what breed or if they can pet him or something like that, WHO THE HELL just comes up to you and starts talking about random bullshit? I try to be nice, but damnit, its fucking cold and all I want is for the dog to take a quick piss so I can go back inside and play video games and not freeze my ass off becouse you wont shut the hell up, plus the fact that your very presence makes the dog agitated, which makes him unable to take the damn piss!

Ok, I feel better now. Typing that felt great. Really got the blood pumping.

Categories: I HATE PEOPLE!, Oregon Drivers

Crap in the past

11 Responses to “Why are you talking to me again?”

Mr. Fabulous wrote a comment on January 8, 2007

Do what I do. When they say something, look at them long enough for them to be uncomfortable and then say something like “Who sent you? Did the agency send you? I’m not coming in. I told Marty I’m not coming in. He’ll have to kill me.”

Melanie wrote a comment on January 9, 2007

Or there’s the blank stare accompanied by a burst of made-up language … that’s always fun.

Heather wrote a comment on January 9, 2007

I know exactly what you mean about people going stupid when it rains.

Did it rain in Arizona yesterday? Because my Buckeyes went stupid!

Ryan wrote a comment on January 9, 2007

After hearing about your near miss with the Oregon driver, and reading this funny topic, I thought it would be a laugh to remind you that it’s supposed to snow tonight and tomorrow…

… and you know what that means The Chad. I can’t wait for the blog to roll out on Friday.

Subject: Oregon Drivers

WHHHHAAAT THE FUUUUUUUUUCKKKKK!?!?!?!?!?!!!

Am I close?

Cimmerii wrote a comment on January 10, 2007

Next time this happens just casually unzip and take a piss with the dog.

That should make them go away.

Hopefully they dont try to call you on indecent exposure or whatever.

DutchBitch wrote a comment on January 10, 2007

Good for U! Blood needs pumping!

travis wrote a comment on January 10, 2007

I thought it was bad when most here in michigan forget how to driv ein the snow every year, and that stuff is slick. Its gotta suck there. Just get a large lifted truck and drive over every one or run them off the road. thats what I did. Remember?

Tolk wrote a comment on January 31, 2007

I know exactly what you mean about people being stuck on stupid. A festering pile human waste infecting the world with there stupidity. People so caught up in the trauma of daily routine their obliviouse to the world around them. Obliviouse to the car behind them in traffic as they slam on there brakes to make a turn without useing there signal. Obliviouse to the car behind them as they walk in the middle of traffic as you try to search for a parking spot. Obliviouse or they just don’t fucking care that you have to wait for them. Or that in makeing you wait brings them a little pleasure in makeing someone else’s life a little more miserable. Speed around that asshole walking in the parking lot and turn into the parking spot right infront of him real slow so he has to walk around! Stick it back in there mug fucking faces or it will consume you and eventually change you into a living american zombie.

alicia wrote a comment on February 9, 2007

fuck people, fuck stuck up fat bitches, rich fuckers, people who think they know every fucking thing-just let me be me-just cuz i don’t fuckin talk a bunch of shit and i’m quite doesn’t mean i’m fuckin stupid-fuck you!!

Book wrote a comment on February 12, 2007

Look Chad (if that’s really your name), You hate people and no matter what you might think, nobody likes you. The fact is, nobody likes anybody really. We think only of ourselves. “What’s in it for me?”. Even Mother Theresa. You think that broad liked poor people? Get a grip. She was lookin’ for sainthood. And she got it. While I sit on my ass writing dumbass on some jackasses web page. AND NOBODIES MADE ME A SAINT! Huh? How ’bout that Chad? I wanna be a fucking saint too.