Say It. I Dare You.

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IT'S TIME!!! . . .

. . . For the same old ****.

So one of the chefs on the banquets team told my friend/the chef how he doesn't bother saying hello to me anymore because I never say hello and am apparently not nice. Which I do. But I'm a quiet person. I say hello, sometimes you don't hear it. Eh, that's fine. People are working. I'm ****ing working. If I make eye contact with you I'll say hello, but if I just pass you by along with everyone else I'm not stopping every single freaking person to make sure you hear me say hello. It's just not gonna happen. Ain't nobody got time for that.
I think I'm a perfectly polite human being. I try to be considerate and I try to be helpful because I'm ruled by a sense of fairness above all. But being polite doesn't equal being friendly. I'm not friendly towards everyone. We're not friends. Deal with it. My friends are people who are close. You're at a distance. I treat you as I would anyone who isn't close to me, with cool politeness if not affection. And I'll say it over and over and you'll deny it over and over because being accused of sexism is worse than being sexist, but none of this would matter if I were a man. You wouldn't give a **** if I were a man who didn't say hello. If I were a quiet man. You wouldn't think it rude, or anything negative. It would just be. But because I'm a woman I have to meet some minimum level of grinning obsequiousness to satisfy you. To flatter your maleness, which seems to rely so heavily on women's behavior. Gee, which sex is it that is insecure and in need of validation?
My smiles are never sufficient. Never enough for you to feel good.
Tack on a few extra levels for being a reasonably attractive, conventionally feminine woman (in appearance of course, because the issue is that my behavior isn't conventionally feminine enough for you, and it's a real mind-bender for you that what comes out of my mouth doesn't match what I look like). But yeah, lord knows you wouldn't expect or care for me to be all smiles and pleasantries if I didn't hit some aesthetic sweet spot.

The other night we got clobbered and were so deep in the weeds that the banquet cooks that happened to be around came to help. One was assigned to help me and kept asking me what he could do. Which I couldn't possibly answer because I needed to stop and listen to chef guide me along, clearing the path. And the cook next to me was stepping in. There was really nothing for said banquet cook to do, and certainly I couldn't answer his questions when the goal was to drown everything out and focus. Cooks know this. It's not personal. It's the nature of being and getting out of the weeds.
He tells my friend how he's never seen said cook be so angry. How I was "nasty". For not answering questions I had no answers to when I had to shut up and listen? And even if you get angry, this is the angriest you've been? Really? Lemme tell you again how you'd never be this angry over a man having the audacity to not answer to you when other things are at stake. But of course you won't listen.

The same old ****.
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that is my life.

You'd have to be strung out on meth to tell me to smile.

People are stupid, I don't greet every breath of life either, not if I'm doing something.

People used to like really grill me for that, but like seriously. Get over yourself. I know you're there, if you want to talk to me, talk, I will reply but I'm not going to say hey. I will not. I still don't.

My ex fake boyfriend, would get mad becasue I wouldn't say "hi", I would just start talking and he'd be like "you can't say hi first"...and I'd just be like "why".

I MEAN WHY THO? It's not like we're meeting for the first time. Or I haven't seen this person previously in the day.

But now I have a habit of making sure I say hi, to someone before I talk to them because for some reason people get their undies tangled when you don't say hi first.

I don't understand why. I think I'll just be antisocial cause the rules are stupid.

I just feel like saying hi how are you is corny and a waste of time especially if you're close to your friends. If I'm not close to you, I might say that to break the ice, but I shouldn't have to say that to my friends, if they want to tell me how they feel they should just right out say it, not some formal hello.
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^All of that. Ugh, people. Especially males. ****ing males.

And don't get me started on "how are you"! Because nobody who asks that cares. People say that as they're passing by, so they don't care about the answer. And they don't want to be in the awkward position where you tell them just how much your day sucks. They don't want to hear anything other than "fine" because aint nobody got time for your life story. We're at work! So why do they still bother when we all know nobody actually cares?! Ugh, this insincerity in the name of social conventions!

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I was reminded it just now that it really urks me when people automatically go into stuff assuming everyone believes in Jesus Christ as their savior. You do realize other people have different religions, right? Christianity is the default.
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Why is my bed sufficient for me and my boyfriend, but a tight fit with me and two cats?
Originally Posted by redcelticcurls
Because your cats are ginormous!!

Our bed is plenty big until Calvin lays across it right between us. LOL

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I was reminded it just now that it really urks me when people automatically go into stuff assuming everyone believes in Jesus Christ as their savior. You do realize other people have different religions, right? Christianity is the default.
Originally Posted by murrrcat
FOR. SERIOUS. UGH. Plus people will be all Jesus this, Jesus that all day everywhere and I just think of the smell of antiseptic in hospitals and how you know it's covering something really foul. Who's constantly talking up their religion if they don't feel they have something to prove?

Also, get well soon. You deserve egg sandwiches and pizza and cookies and smiles...but don't eat those unless you really need some calcium.

Polly, you get well soon, too! Poor doggie. [Hee, the image of her sister charging straight into a snow bank and having to be yanked back out is so amusing.]

Ugh, Saria, your coworkers. I need to fly to Boston and choke a *****. ...Is a thing you probably shouldn't announce on a message board when your search history is full of bows and arrows and throwing knives. IT'S ALL KATNISS'S FAULT. Actually, this isn't my most recent search history. Maybe the FBI would get embarrassed and stop digging.

Sometimes the internet takes you on a wild ride. Sometimes you look up info about a supplement that some people take for fatigue and depression and others take for reproductive health and you end up finding people on a message board who are overdosing on this and various other herbs and junk to try to get bigger breasts. They also mention massaging and SLAPPING (not kidding WTF) their breasts for growth. And one of them says the word "noogleberry" and you're all "A berry called noogle??" and you look up "what is noogleberry" and the words "breast pump" come up in the search results and you're glad no images came up but - but what. Breast pumps are supposed to be for getting milk out to feed babies, what is this pumping of boobs to make them larger like those freaky penis pump things and why would you give this thing a name like noogleberry? WHY??? I supposed I could ask google why they named it that but I am afraid.

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the word noogleberry is making me laugh which is making me want to throw up. OMG. ahahahhahahaahaahahhahaahahahhahhaahahahah

funniest thing ever.

eta: I just googled it. omg.
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My husband takes my daughter to school every day. Lately, he's also decided he wants to cook breakfast at home. No problem, right? He just needs to get up a few minutes earlier and scramble an egg.

Ha! Instead, he tries to wake up at the same time and then wonders why he doesn't have enough time to get ready and out the door without making her late. Um, it's not that complex? Then, I'm supposed to 1. make sure he wakes up on time, 2. make sure he goes to bed on time, and/or 3. take her to school myself, which makes no sense since he has to be at work by a certain time and goes right past her school. Why are any of these things my problem (other than I don't want her to be tardy)? I already have two kids to get ready every day; do I need to tie his shoes for him, too? Ugh. He makes me so mad sometimes. I'm not his mommy or his maid. Even if he asked for help and framed it so that I could tell he understood it's HIS problem, not mine, but no. It's my fault because I'm good at being on time. It's my fault because I come to bed too late. It's always my damn fault (except that it's not). Stop being a baby, husband. I'm not suddenly going to tolerate your nonsense.
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