The Dumb and the Self-Righteous

A coworker, let's call her Hypochristrian-Ultra, recently decided to dispense some of her oh so holy insight into my pathetic and sad little life so far away from the glorious light of her (WRONG) version of the Creator. How I'm too negative, and I therefore attract negative things into my life with my negativity and I should pray about it and blah-blah-yakety-schmackety.

Oh please.

If you were so happy with your life, your desk wouldn't be cluttered with books about how to be a better Christian/Woman/Wife/Whatever. Because you'd be comfortable with yourself and your beliefs and it wouldn't bother you if the girl next door likes to lick carpet or not. Cause it's none of your damn business. I thought being a Christian was about acceptance and love and all that good shit. To me, giving a bunch of advice that nobody asked for isn't cool in the least. Accept yourself for what you are first, and then maybe Adam and Steve won't bother you so much. I'm not saying that I'm a poster-girl for self-love, but damnit, I try! And I'm proud of the fact that I recognize that I don't have to make someone feel bad about themselves so I can feel good about myself. So fuck you very much Mrs. HU. I'ma go back to my real life at 3pm and hang with the goths and the tricks and the homos and the people with AIDS and everyone else who lives in the real world because it's what Jesus would do.

Goddess out.


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Submitted by SunShyX on Tue, 05/29/2007 - 19:56.

Amen to that.

Submitted by Teenage_Lobotomy on Wed, 05/30/2007 - 00:04.

Goths don't live in the real world.

Submitted by faerycatcher85 on Wed, 05/30/2007 - 19:05.

you should tell her you worship the devil, just to watch her face turn white.

Submitted by Xstate on Thu, 05/31/2007 - 13:33.

666 666 666 666 666 666

Submitted by jas22 on Fri, 06/01/2007 - 17:15.

hey, great post!

ive worked with devout christians and moslems who were like HU.

but in all fairness, ive also been employed with people who were the exact opposite-- total hedonists, that thought you were wasting your life if you cared an iota about someone else's feelings, didnt screw every woman you talk to, or get one up on anyone you didnt like.

and you said you werent a "poster girl for self-love". hey, dont knock "self-love". mmm-MMM! its damn good. ;-)

Submitted by wageslaveZ on Sat, 06/02/2007 - 03:32.

Just like self-help doesn't work because your self sucks. 95% of my problems are my goddamned falt and I have this running in my head all day, every day on top of the fact that I'm working a shitty dead-end job that makes me want to die... Let's just say I've carved my 30th birthday into a .45 ACP because I'll be eating that in my cardboard box instead of birthday cake. Let me tell you something, the people who "have their shit together" may have that degree, the new car, and a 125K+ house, but they're hating themselves for the monster debt that it brought them, so it eats them up inside till their hollow non-people. Keep it evil...

[Mike Shinoda]

Yea here we go for the hundredth time,
Hand grenade pins in every line,
Throw 'em up and let something shine.
Going out of my fucking mind.
Filthy mouth, no excuse.
Find a new place to hang this noose.
String me up from atop these roofs.
Knot it tight so I won't get loose.
Truth is you can stop and stare,
Run myself out and no one cares.
Dug a trench out, laid down there
With a shovel up out to reach somewhere.
Yea someone pour it in,
Make it a dirt dance floor again.
Say your prayers and stomp it out,
When they bring that chorus in.

[Chester Bennington]

(Chorus)
I bleed it out,
Digging deeper just to throw it away.
I bleed it out,
Digging deeper just to throw it away.
I bleed it out,
Digging deeper just to throw it away,
Just to throw it away,
Just to throw it away.

[Mike Shinoda]

I bleed it out.
Go, stop the show.
Chop your words in a sloppy flow.
Shotgun opera, lock and load,
Cock it back and then watch it go.
Mama help me, I've been cursed,
Death is rolling in every verse.
Candypaint on his brand new hearse.
Can't contain him, he knows he works.
Fuck this hurts, I won't lie.
Doesn't matter how hard I try.
Half the words don't mean a thing,
And I know that I won't be satisfied.
So why, try ignoring him.
Make your dirt dance floor again.
Say your prayers and stomp it out,
When they bring that chorus in.

[Chester Bennington]

(Chorus)
I bleed it out,
Digging deeper just to throw it away.
I bleed it out,
Digging deeper just to throw it away.
I bleed it out,
Digging deeper just to throw it away,
Just to throw it away,
Just to throw it away.

I bleed it out.
I've opened up these scars,
I'll make you face this.
I pulled myself so far,
I'll make you face this now.

I bleed it out,
Digging deeper just to throw it away.
I bleed it out,
Digging deeper just to throw it away.
I bleed it out,
Digging deeper just to throw it away,
Just to throw it away,
Just to throw it away.

I bleed it out,
Digging deeper just to throw it away.
I bleed it out,
Digging deeper just to throw it away.
I bleed it out,
Digging deeper just to throw it away,
Just to throw it away,
Just to throw it away.

I bleed it out. [3X]

(Linkin' Park: Minutes to Midnight: New Album)