Mean People Suck
by , 06-12-2007 at 12:47 PM (1120 Views)
I hate talking about mundanities (is that a word?) but here's a short one:
Last week I started to ask the supervisor's assistant (when sup isn't around) a question, and he abruptly says "Shut up. Don't talk to me now". The guy I was working with and I looked at each other with the "What's his problem" face, and I burned about it for an hour afterward. Then I decided he must have been having a bad day and forgave him.
Yesterday afternoon I walk into work and hear him telling the guys that he told Grocery Receiving he couldn't do their job for them.
I say "Hey! You got some backbone!"
and he says "Why you always got to be sarcastic?"
and I say "I wasn't being sarcastic. I meant it. Some people don't have backbone."
He answers "For some reason reason every time you talk it makes me angry."
The guys laugh.
I say "Fine. I won't talk."
And he says, "That's good."
So I took a vow of silence, and will remain as silent as possible, only speaking when necessary.
For the first hour afterward I thought about punching holes in his tires. For the second hour I considered telling him "I can see why your girlfriend cheated all over you and left you for another guy". The third hour I spent contemplating the beauty of a Buddhist temple, where a vow of silence would be appreciated, where I could spend all my time in books and not with people, where I can do charitible acts for other people in my newly found quietness of spirit.
That, or I'll live in a cave by myself. There are some nice caves off of ocean fronts. I need to find one high and deep enough that hurricanes etc won't wet my place, and one with a path that I can carry furniture down into, and out of. I might buy a generator or use candles and it would be nice to find one with a freshwater stream nearby.
I have said for a long time I wasn't "made to live in this world". People always discredit that statement, as if somehow if I got enough pharmaceutical dope in me or went through enough counseling, etc that I would emerge "able to live in this world", but honestly, there are people who really aren't "made to live in this world". They're broken - permanently. They either kill themselves or they chose the streets/homelessness because the brutality of nature (and her apparent indifference) is infinitely more sufferable than the brutality of people (because they are quite personal). Knowing that it's raining on everyone's head is acceptable while knowing someone has chosen you to be the target (my weak, sensitive nature makes me a natural and easy target) is intolerable.
I'm tired of being the target. I'm tired of trying and failing at everything, from getting a new job to publication to work. I'm just tired.



