So. In the grand scheme of things I am aware that I shouldn't let ridiculous comments from insecure individuals burden my thoughts. But somehow... they filter in. Which only makes me want to beat said individuals with wooden baseball bats.. Which seems to be a common theme in my head. But anyway.
I don't even want to delve into the subject. I'm just that mad. I'm pissed that I even for one second doubt myself. I work for YEARS to get certain thoughts out of my head and then BAM some ill-conceived red-haired fuck-up has to put his over-analyzed two cents in. No. I am not skinny. But how dare he reinforce what society imposes upon women of a certain stature? And I realize what this next statement makes me sound like, but, what right has he, this five-foot-ten MY ASS red haired, pale-skinned, psuedo intellectual chicken-legged freak afflicted white boy to whale on ME?
Fuck 'em. Fuck the lot of 'em. You people with your penises waiving about and such. Keep your thoughts to yourself. Or at least keep your thoughts in your own social circle. Don't feel the need to invade mine and present your views of my inadequacies to the unsuspecting ears of my friends. They'll be the first ones to vouch for my insanity after I beat you to a bloody pulp with whatever blunt object is handy and is deemed to inflict the most trauma.
I was so damn proud of myself for behaving in a marginally mature manner and not belittling his lackluster characteristics, both physically and mentally. Ha! Shows what I get for attempting to be mature.
And now I'm pissed I devoted a whole page to this nonsense. I am avoiding bigger issues. Ugh. I am unbelievably glad there are only two people who occasionally read this crap. And both are women. So maybe I won't be judged too harshly.
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