I've become increasingly frustrated with all the complainers in my life. Recently, a "friend" was whining to me about how her parents hate her because of the way she dresses, how she'll subsequently disobey everything her parents tell her to do, how she doesn't believe in God because God doesn't believe in her, and oh! How no one loves her [she's gleaned this assessment from the fact that she can't keep a relationship going for more than a few months]. And recently, on the glorious Facebook, this particular girl posted a note that was a list of things that one could own/have done to see if you were "Ghetto", "Average Teen", "Upper Class", or "Snobbish Rich Kid". Her score of things was a 35, I believe, falling into the "Average Teen" category. When I filled this list out, I got a 19, and was therefore classefied as "Ghetto". Now, I am not poor, nor am I disadvantaged, I just haven't been on cruises or met a celebrity or owned my own computer/TV/Pool.
My main point is, this girl really has no right to complain about her life when she isn't bad off at all in comparison to many others. I doubt HIGHLY that her parents actually hate her for her copious amounts of eyeliner or snakebite peircings, and it wouldn't kill her to change some stuff so her parents didn't "Hate" her. If she was truly concerned that her parents hated her, she would change. It took everything I had to not roll my eyes and laugh in her face when she announced her resolute desicion to rebel against her parents, because that's jsut so typically, disgustingly immature. Her poor, poor parents. Her philosophy of "God doesn't believe in me" just angered me. I'm not terribly religious, but I was raised Catholic and I know my fair share of theology. Who is she to accuse God of not caring about her? Why is she so important that she's the ONLY one who God doesn't love? And how is she to know what God thinks of her? Heck, if she claims to not believe in the existence of God, how can she say God doesn't believe in her? And no one LOVES her? Okay, so you can't keep a boyfriend. That doesn't mean no one LOVES you. Eat some ice cream, watch a romantic comedy, and get over it!
It just bothers me.
People need to be grateful for what they have and stop making such far-fetched cries for ill-deserved attention.
While I realize that this girl may be very maladjusted, that does not excuse her from being obnoxious about it.
Okay. Now I'M bordering on being a complainer, so I'll jsut stop there.
Arrivederci.
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"Eat some ice cream, watch a romantic comedy, and get over it!"
= LOVE THIS!!
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