In case you think your friends don’t understand the difference between hot/warm/cold.
- At January 14, 2011
- By Lotus, aka Sarcastic Mom
- In Rant
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I’m sure that you, the reader of my website, are not a jerkhole of any sort, including the temperature/climate type. Surely, someone with your impeccable taste is intelligent enough and nowhere near enough of an asshat to engage in the behavior I’m addressing with this post. So please, just let this post serve as a place that you can direct the temperature/climate jerkholes you come into contact with towards, as necessary.
When someone says it’s cold where they are, that means >>news flash<< IT’S COLD WHERE THEY ARE. As in, the temperature is such that they have made the judgment that it’s frickin’ freezing, Mr. Bigglesworth. Or at least very cold. To them. Which is all that matters about their comment. This is obvious to people who don’t have their heads up their asses, I’m guessing, but what do I know?
If someone says it’s cold (or hot), I’m thinking, just accept it and move on. Whatever the temperature is where you are / depth of cold (or intensity of heat) you can withstand / number of brain cells you wish you had horrific weather conditions you are experiencing/have ever experienced – COMPLETELY IRRELEVANT. Feel the need to make a snide remark that insults the person and/or comment that makes everything all about you again? Please, please resist the stupidity you feel nagging you at that moment.
No, really. The next time you have the urge to say something like “that’s not cold – you don’t know what cold is” or “pfft, that’s nothing, you know how cold it is where I AM?“ to someone, punch yourself in the face one time (both because you deserve it and because you can do so without feeling any pain). Really! Rest assured that it won’t hurt, because somewhere, someone is getting punched in the face HARDER and even MORE THAN ONCE.
You think it would hurt to punch yourself in the face that once? Pffft. You don’t know what pain is.
Random ranting and jabbering. It’s late, and I’m tired.
So, why the hell is it that there is ALWAYS more to pack than I think there is going to be ahead of time? Ugh. I’m running around like a chicken with its head cut off here. Speaking of that – does anyone else say that? I think I picked it up from my parents… who did actually keep and slaughter chickens for food when I was a kid. Which leads me to remember a time when my dad actually chased me around the yard with a chicken-head on a stick. I was about 4. He thought it was hilarious. I? Was terrified. Just another look into what made me into the fine woman I am today!
On a completely unrelated note, I wanted to rant for a minute about something that seriously peeves me. I HATE IT when people in a parking lot sit in their cars behind someone else who is planning on leaving soon. HATE WITH A PASSION. These asshats feel that their inability to drive around and find a different space – one which they may actually have to WALK A BIT from – is reason enough to make the people leaving feel rushed. Not to mention the people trying to use the damn parking lot aisle to drive somewhere else – oh hell no! If you want to go anywhere on that aisle now, you’re just going to have to queue up behind Mr. or Mrs. ASSHAT and wait until they park their lazy, fat ass in their most desired parking spot.
And I’m sorry if you are one of the people in question here, but, seriously, if you do this, look at your head… you are NO DOUBT wearing your ass for a hat.
And this is not because I don’t like helping people – I used to flag down people in the parking lot when I was about to leave work and had parked in a desirable spot. It’s about the huge sense of entitlement and disgusting laziness I see displayed in the people who do this. The only reason I can think of that excuses this behavior is a need to park close because of some type of physical illness/infirmity/handicap. But, most often, when I see them park and get out they are all perky and youthful, and clearly not handicapped.
Not physically, anyway.
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