Shit That Gets You Mad v.INFINITY - The Endless Cycle of Hatred
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[QUOTE=wilolato;31909031]Its kind of an inside thing between me and TheFilmSlacker.[/QUOTE]
Hey, I'm in on this too, Will.
How my internet will be working perfectly at times and be awful at others.
I'd give you a hug but I live in the maple syrup-filled woods up north*
*The woods aren't actually filled with maple syrup, there's just rivers of the stuff everywhere
How morality fucks up everything that's fun.
Just got back at someone for being a ass? "I bet he feels awful now. Wow, I'm a dick"
Choose to flip out rather than accept that people are assholes? "Gosh, he looks really hurt."
Now I understand what all those mad scientists went through.
[QUOTE=TheFilmSlacker;32156950]This one's ending is kind of monotonous from all the stuff I've posted here, but it's still true.
Well, this Christmas was a tough one indeed. I believe it was early December when my Grandfather was taken away from me by ambulance. Being that my stepfather is complete douche and my biological father had nothing to do with me at the time, he was the closest thing to a father I ever had. Seeing him get driven away in the ambulance was heart-wrenching because judging by the way he was acting beforehand, it didn't look good. The paramedics had to escort him out of the house because he had trouble moving.
It wasn't more than a couple of days later we found out that he was in stage 4 of 5 for cancer. It broke my Grandmother's heart seeing her husband quivering in pain, barely able to talk most of the last couple of days. He got real lonely in the hospital so I...visited him as much as I could. More often than not, it was every day for about an hour each time.
It got to the point where the my mom and stepdad accepted that he wasn't far away from his time, so we brought him home, along with his hospital bed, the poor guy. He would stay up for hours, sometimes wondering where he was. He was becoming delusional in the last couple days of his life. At least he was able to talk through Christmas Day...
Well, that one night inevitably came. I stayed up with him as long as I could. He would just jot himself up and start making noises which I couldn't understand in which I would reply: "Don't worry, Grandfather. I'm here."
When it came time for bed, I didn't sleep for a couple of hours. I comforted myself with the lie that he might make it through the night, when I knew it most likely wouldn't be the case. I drifted off to sleep.
"TRINA! TRINA!" I hear from downstairs. It's my Grandmother calling my mom. "I think he's gone." She sobs.
To this day, that was the most memorable night of my life. I was upstairs, my parent's bedroom is right across the hall from mine, so I heard them walk downstairs. I just laid there, waiting. Waiting for the word that he truly was gone.
After about 5 minutes, Mom comes in my room, gazing down at the floor. I knew it was true, but I asked anyway.
"So is that it, then?"
She nods.
After I put my clothes on, I go downstairs to the door which leads to the other side of the house where he is lying dead. I slowly opened it and turned the corner. Everything seemed to be in slow motion. I saw his foot and gasped for air. I walked over to his bed, his eyes were shut, but his mouth was wide open, like he had been trying to get oxygen desperately. I said my goodbyes and went in the other room where everything is silent. Try to bring myself to believe that he's gone, but it didn't sink in until the funeral.
It was a nice funeral, as far as funerals go, but seeing him in that casket... I just stared at him with a blank face until they closed it, not really paying much attention to the pastor. As the pallbearers took the casket out, bluegrass music played. It was always his favorite. It felt as if he hadn't left at all.
I went to school a couple of days later, like I was meant to. Christmas break was just getting over and I needed some structure anyway. Anything to almost take my mind off of what had happened. Not to forget him, but it was really sinking in.
These two punks were talking about him at school that day when they had called my mom a bitch. My Grandfather came along and grabbed one of them by the collar of their shirt. The glasses were punched off of his face by one of the punks talking about him a couple seats in front of me.
"He was a great man, you know. I hope you should know he died recently."
"Who gives a shit."
I did. I still do. He was perhaps the greatest, most accomplished man I have ever known.
I almost killed myself that night. I couldn't pull myself to do it because I felt it'd be letting him down if he was still around.
I'll miss you, pal.
[editline]6th September 2011[/editline]
Goddammit, I'm on the brink of tearing up here...[/QUOTE]
This really reminds me of the time where my grandmother died. While I was living in Puerto Rico, I heard that she had pancreas cancer. During her last days, we got her out of the hospital and back to her house in Utaudo, I stayed for a few nights in her house, and on the day before she died I hoped that she would make it for the night, turns out she made it through the night, but she died on the next day. The worst part was that her funeral was on THANKSGIVING DAY. My grandfather was in a huge depression after that, and two years later, he died of a heart attack two years after. But at least he's with his wife now.
Expensive textbooks for my courses. One of the books I have to buy will cost me $160, and the used copies of the edition I need aren't much cheaper. There's no e-book version available either.
How I keep getting khakis and jeans when someone buys me clothes. I keep telling them to get loose, sporty shorts because I'm a Physical Education Student Leader (or, rather, some dipshit Junior who leads the Freshmen in their daily exercises) and DAT SHIZZ WON'T FLY if I'm wearing restricting shorts that constantly fall down to my thighs.
[QUOTE=FuryBlitz;32100899]I ordered a laptop on Wednesday at like 8:00 PM and its Saturday 8:00 PM. Still hasnt arrived.. I fucking hate this.[/QUOTE]
Yeah? I ordered a peice of hardware [b]2 and a half months ago[/b] and it's still in transit.
Expecting it this week.
Shit that gets you mad v3 - Official Vigilante Justice Commitee
[QUOTE=KingKombat;32157566]Go to Maine. asap[/QUOTE]
King I'm in lewiston where u at?
[QUOTE=Corky;32158078]King I'm in lewiston where u at?[/QUOTE]
New York :v: but my family often vacations in Maine
[QUOTE=KingKombat;32158137]New York :v: but my family often vacations in Maine[/QUOTE]
You go to O.B. or Higgins beach?
Weekend homework.
Come on, a weekend is to relax. I just want to kick back, relax, and play some video games, not right about what I did this summer.
Which leads me to...
[img]http://chanarchive.org/content/74_sp/9205113/1292224563505.jpg[/img]
[B]WHAT I DID IN SUMMER VACATION IS[/B]
[H2]WHAT I DID IN SUMMER VACATION IS[/H2]
[QUOTE=Corky;32158172]You go to O.B. or Higgins beach?[/QUOTE]
Freeport
Teachers and lecturers that demand you use their way and no other way even if their way is completely wrong.
A good example, on a It course the lecturer was talking about suitable computers for different people and this was up on the board for a "gaming" computer.
Processor | 2.6Ghz
Ram | 4GB
Graphics | 1gb ram
No word of a lie and when i asked what make and series the graphics card and processor was he replied "well, it's on the board." No mention of ATI / Nvidia or AMD / Intel or DDR2 / DDR3
ALL MY RAGE COMBINED WITH THE FORCE OF A THOUSAND SUNS.
Well all the teachers in my school praise me and demand me for compooter whizz stuffs.
I let my cat into my room to explore.
Must.. resist.. urge.. to.. slap.. him!
[QUOTE=fantafuzz;32154494] It seems like North American teachers has the worst sense of logic in the world! [/QUOTE]
What are you, an idiot? He's from Canada.
Writing the OP for a thread where the title is already self-explanatory.
I mean, "title says it all" sounds lazy. So what do I even put? A bunch of random charts and graphs to make me look intelligent?
Well to be honest my problem isn't even that bad but I am pissed off at a few things at the moment, first off I am pretty angry that there have been major cuts to education in my city, which has lead to some of my favorite teachers leaving, and giving us even less class time, in place of more days where there is no teaching done. Most other students see this as a good thing, but really this just means that teachers have to teach more in less time, which leads to us having to do more shit at home.
These new rules at my school that make you think it's April 1st
"No sunglasses on or off, on school property."
"Why"
"Promotes gangs"
BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.
I'm not fucking kidding.
[QUOTE=TheFilmSlacker;32157430]Isn't it sad that I've made more friends on here in the couple of days that I've been posting about how much it sucks here than I have for the past 11 years I've been here?
Christ. Oh well, I'm planning on touring America ASAP. Always look on the bright side of life.[/QUOTE]
Where the fuck in Canada do you live? I have never experienced so many assholes in my life at school, and I thought that I had it sort of bad back in junior high when it came to dealing with dickheads. Lucky for me I go to a school where most people are friendly, and there surprisingly are quite a few people with similar interests to me, which is really quite nice. Just keep your head high, there are a lot of nice people out in the world, not just the absolute fucks in your area.
[editline]7th September 2011[/editline]
[QUOTE=ROFLBURGER;32160454]These new ruled at my school that make you think it's April 1st
"No sunglasses on or off, on school property."
"Why"
"Promotes gangs"
BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.
I'm not fucking kidding.[/QUOTE]
There must be some pretty badass gangs where you live.
[QUOTE=inebriaticxp;32159871]What are you, an idiot? He's from Canada.[/QUOTE]
Are you stupid or just being sarcastic?
[QUOTE=TheFilmSlacker;32156950]These two punks were talking about him at school that day when they had called my mom a bitch. My Grandfather came along and grabbed one of them by the collar of their shirt. The glasses were punched off of his face by one of the punks talking about him a couple seats in front of me.
"He was a great man, you know. I hope you should know he died recently."
"Who gives a shit."
I did. I still do. He was perhaps the greatest, most accomplished man I have ever known.
I almost killed myself that night. I couldn't pull myself to do it because I felt it'd be letting him down if he was still around.[/QUOTE]
I started crying when i read that. I can't put a word on the excact reason, but my empathy suddenly just took over. I feel so sorry for you, and i really really hope you have a great life after you move away from that fucking shitplace. Don't kill yourself, don't make them win. Keep going, and be succesfull, and show those fucking shitheads that you are better than them in every way.
This is one that I really have to get off my chest.
I'm a Christian, and I have been my whole life. Now, being on the internet, that puts me at a minority (even more so than in the world at large). What I [b]can't stand[/b] is when people portray Christians as ignorant, anti-intellectual, science-ignoring, ass-backwards, primitive, inbred, bigoted, hatemongering morons with IQs below 42.
For instance, I spend most of my Facepunch time in Fast Threads and LMAO pics. Some pictures there [I]really[/I] drive me nuts, and the worst part is that I can't respond to them, because that will just derail the thread and I'll get rated dumb and ignored. The most obnoxious ones I can recall are 1)the alien reading Mein Kampf, the KKK handbook, and deciding that they all are racist, anti-semite, pro-slavery books 2) The "science" vs "religion" comparison with the children with broken legs - the scientists apply modern medicine and solve the problem, whereas Christians pray and nothing happens, and 3) The "evidence" picture, showcasing dozens of fossils and diagrams on the "evolution" side and a single verse on the "Christian" side.
An interesting thing is that I [I]can[/I] defend my faith, and with tangible evidence too. It frustrates me when people don't stop to listen to actual beliefs on topics (i.e. "Christians believe dinosaurs and fossils were lies invented by the Jews). I read books, articles, and magazines that help me understand how science, not words and conjecture, lend credence to my beliefs. I once joked that i don't think I could walk away from my faith, because I have so much evidence in my head to support it.
I think the real reason that this gets me so mad is that it gets taken too far. Disagree with my religion, I can respect that. What I hate is when [url=http://www.facepunch.com/threads/1120462]Christians are considered uneducated, unqualified ignoramuses just because they disagree with evolution.[/url] Did you know that most knowledge, and indeed science, doesn't depend on how you think the universe began? Physics, chemistry, linguistics, mathematics, computer science, etc. really don't take evolution (or Christianity, either) into account.
Don't take this the wrong way and think that I'm an uptight Puritan who doesn't say "OMG" in fear of going to hell. I have friends with radically different beliefs and opinions than mine. I chuckle at several "Advice God" memes. It's just, I get upset after a while when people constantly mock me, my lifestyle, and my intelligence without giving me a chance to respond.
[QUOTE=inebriaticxp;32159871]What are you, an idiot? He's from Canada.[/QUOTE]
There was some similar cases in this thread, where the posters had american countryflags.
One time, I almost started an "Ask a Christian anything" thread here in FT but decided to not to.
[QUOTE=inebriaticxp;32159871]What are you, an idiot? He's from Canada.[/QUOTE]
What.
[QUOTE=SockFC;32155664]My dad doesn't seem to understand the meaning of "sick".
"SOCK WHY AREN'T YOU BEING 100% OBEDIENT TO MY EVERY COMMAND YOU ARE JUST FAKING AREN'T YOU"
Edit:
I also hate this "yes mamn" or "no sir" bullshit. I get in trouble in class for not referring to the holy being my teacher assumes she is as "mam'n"[/QUOTE]
"mom, I'm sick and can't go to school today"
"okay, stay home then, but no video games for you"
"WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO WITH MY TIME?"
I guess it makes sense if you are just faking it and your mom wants to make sure you aren't faking it just to play video games...
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