Okay, we all know that angrygirl is angry. Hence the name. But anger isn't always the most productive emotion. However, when it comes to punching backstabbing-bitch-ass-whores in the throat, it's ALL GOOD!!!! But, angrygirl has taken on a quest, if you will, to find the source of her anger. Probably the reason for the blog (I think it was subconcious). It would be like Kal-El trying to find out why the yellow sun makes him super. However, unless I'm whoopin' someone's ass... it ain't a super power.
Today, angrygirl got angry. Shocking, I know! And the reason was because I graciously lent my mother my car yesterday because her car kept getting stuck in the snow. The only request that I had for her was that she put a little bit of gas in the car, as it was almost empty. And she didn't!
I have lent my mother my car technically three times. I say technically because the first time she picked up my car keys and just took my car! The reason that she stole my car you ask... She was "only going around the corner and needed to pick up soil for the garden." Now, if anyone other than my mother had to pick up soil, they would naturally put it in the trunk. Or, if they didn't have room in their trunk or no trunk (are there cars out there that have no trunk?) they would put it in their backseat. But because of the nature of the product, they would put some kind of protecting device down on the seats, just in case. Say, a garbage bag. Not my mother. I don't know how someone so book smart, can't put two and two to-fucking-gether! WHO PUTS BAGS OF MANURE ON CLOTH SEATS?!?! However, I can't be angry at that because I got restitution. I took her car! The car that she won't let me drive. My mother wouldn't let me drive her car even if it was parked on top of her torso and the only thing that would save her was me, driving her car! But I did! Haha! You wanna get back at someone who took your car without permission! Take their car and don't come back for SEVERAL hours! Needless to say, she will never take my car without my permission...
The other time she borrowed it, I said she could however she had to bring me a present in exchange. And when I say present it could be anything. Socks, a cookie, a magazine, a coffee, q-tips, gum... I mean, it's not like I'm breaking the bank! However, she didn't bring me a present. Which is why when I lent her the car yesterday I asked her to put some gas in it. And for the record, I didn't ask for a full tank of gas. I asked for, depending how far she went, $5 to $10. I think that is reasonable. And the only reason I asked for a bit of petrol for the car was because I didn't want to get in my car and have no gas and then be stranded! Okay, technically she has borrowed my car more than three times. My old car that I had a few years ago, she took and brought it back empty. I called her on it and she said "No, the light wasn't on yet, so the tank isn't empty!" When it goes from 3/4 full, to just above the empty sign, it's empty! Can you say... nevermind, it's too filthy, even for the internet.
Okay, so back to my anger source. Rudeness. She borrowed my fucking car and didn't even put gas in it. And the kicker... wait for it... she went to a plaza that had a gas station right beside it. You don't even have to leave the parking lot to get to the gas station!!!! CAN YOU SAY "FUCKING LAZY"!?!?!? I can. So, I was in a bit of a huff today due to that. But it has helped us find a cause for her anger.
Rudeness. I don't like it at all, and maybe it's my imagination, but it seems like there are a lot of people that are rude to me. Oh, you don't believe me. Think I'm being overly dramatic... okay, fine. I'll give you a list!
1. My mother - for gas related incidents, and several other various types of incidents, ranging from cooking, cleaning and being an asshole in general. Due to this she technically has to be counted twice.
2. My mother - see above
3. My sibling - that person is a MOTHER FUCKER. Sorry, I am not going to dwell on it, so no details for you.
4. Ehem! A certain backstabbing friend that brought my boyfriend's ex girlfriend to my gym (that is not breaking a rule! It's a description for my anger source)
5. Friends from the past - there is a reason I'm not friends with people that I was friends with before. The bitches I met in school (esp. the ones that are haters), ones I met through mutual friends, people that forgot me and now all the sudden want to be close... need I go on?
6. People from school that were idiots in general. FUCK, sometimes I just can't stand listening to people talk (would that be another cause?)
6. People from school that were idiots in general. FUCK, sometimes I just can't stand listening to people talk (would that be another cause?)
7. My ex - Let's just put it this way, if I haven't talked to you in three years plus, don't send me a letter sucking up to me. The reason I dumped your ass was because I couldn't stand to be with you! Will a letter really change how I feel? No! I should put it on the internet, and attach his e-mail address. Well it was in the letter. Sigh, I know, why did I date him? I don't know. In my defence, pencils have erasers for a reason.
8. My cousin - if you want to see someone that is SO bitter and hates everyone because she is not them, and in turn, because she's a fake ass bitch, everyone she meets ends up hating her, go find her. Oh, she also told lies about me to make herself look better and like I was victimizing her.
9. Oh, my old boss - she was a bitch too!
10. My old next door neighbours - they were not nice girls. Stealing is wrong people, no matter what age or what it is
11. Various other family members, especially those that like to criticize and tell me that I'm at fault and always wrong. If I was always wrong, why am I where I am now? I must have been doing something right. Right?!?! Phhht! Up yours!
12. There are several other people that I can list, but I'm getting tired. And beginning to forget what I wanted to write about.
Oh yeah, my anger. Being rude gets no one nowhere. You may feel good momentarily but in the long run... nothing good will come of it. And you can get the same results if you are nice and you talk it out. But when people want something they want it instantaniously, heaven forbid it take five minutes more. So, people that are rude to me just cause... thanks. Don't get mad at me when it comes back around. The only comforting thought that comes to mind for all those rude people... Karma is a bitch! Plus, I hear it likes to bite you in the ass, especially when you aren't looking...
Okay, so cause number one, rudeness. Hmm, wonder how many more there are?
Up yours children. Up yours!
