We live in a varied society. People of all types of creeds, colors, and cultures live amongst us and interact with us daily. If you leave your house, chances are you have to deal with people. Whether it's at work, school, or the store... or any other place, be they family, friends or complete strangers. So what I aim to bitch about today will certainly hit home. You'll either relate to my story, or you'll identify with it because this personality type just happens to be the one you possess...
I've had the misfortune in life of having to deal with the self-proclaimed "bitch" multiple times in my short time on earth. I've even dealt with the self-proclaimed "asshole", the male gender type of this personality. These people must not be construed with actual bitches or assholes which are just as annoying, but they usually have no control over their impulses....
Self-proclaimed "bitches" run around life with a chip on their shoulder, maybe someone didn't love them enough, I'm not really sure. But they still wanna maintain the capacity to have friends and family that will not completely disown them. As a defense they go ahead and tell you upfront about how big of a bitch they truly are, and usually have some anecdotal reference to sometime in their past that you were not around for. They use this as an implication that if you were to somehow cross them, that you should worry about the consequences. In most cases when backed into a corner these people move into the martyr stance "Why are you picking on me?!" and generally clam up to you, but run around behind your back and shoot their mouths off about how they should've told you off, but spared you. These actions are immature, and completely unwanted by anyone, ever. Most decent folk will just ignore what these people say and quietly laugh to their friends about how big of an idiot these ego-maniacal mendicants actually are.
"Bitches" and "assholes" are the worst sort of coward. One step below the self proclaimed "crazy person" on the ladder of life. "Crazy people" have gone so far as to proclaim their selves bi-polar, but are really just moody. These people usually never even bother to go to a psychiatrist because they're too afraid to find out that there's actually nothing wrong with them, they're just dicks. Some self proclaimed crazy people actually do bother with the mental health field and visit a doctor frequently. They often rail other folks with their mental illness and boast about how they take zoloft or prozac, or any number of other anti-depressants/ anti-psychotics, all in the name of getting some sort of shocked response out of you to work themselves up to bad-ass status. This slightly rarer beast sometimes has anecdotes about their visits to mental health facilities or a concerned family member Baker acting them for three days. Sure, perhaps these people have problems, but is boasting about them and trying to make people fear them really doing anything at all? I say no.
The proper way to deal with all the people that I've chose to rant about today is to confront them. Call them out on their bull-shittery. To simply smile and nod at these fools only leads them to think that you actually buy into their pseudo-lunacy. 80% of the time you'll find that the a fore mentioned persons will walk off with their tail between their legs like the cowards they actually are. But I digress....
People will be quick to note that I've named my blog "Madness Inc." and that I've never been shy about some of the details of my sordid past with various mental health issues. I note the apparent hypocrisy that this blog conveys but I offer this bit of knowledge: I've never used my illnesses, real or trumped up, to instill any sort of fear into another person. In all honesty I do as much as humanly possible to maintain normalcy, and stay off of anyone's radar. It's a daily effort, and if anyone has ever had a reason to worry about me all they need to do is ask me something, anything, and I'll be more than happy to oblige.
If you managed to take any sort of offense to what I've stated today, keep it to yourself. Chew on some xanax and take a nap. I, nor anyone else is scared of your huff n' puff.... while you're out, GET A LIFE! Don't come looking for an apology, there are none in Darth Mizzark's apology jar for you. Have a magical day.
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