This is the stuff that I think about, and choose to write about, whenever I see fit to inform the world of what's on my mind (which is usually video games or music.) Feel free to comment, and enjoy!

• 23Jul 08

  No means no, or yes, or maybe, right?

  A banana will never become an apple, no matter how hard you try, it is simply not in the nature of the banana to change. Even if the banana were willing to shed its glorious yellow skin and become a short, fat, red apple, it will never happen, and there is nothing the poor fruit can do about it. Stop asking.

  This an extended metaphor (probably extended to the point of paper thin flimsiness) for a situation I recently found myself in. I have a friend, who for the sake of blogging we'll name Drew, who somehow got it into his head that I was willing to leave my beloved for him. I haven't the slightest clue what gave him this impression, nor do I particularly want to know, but it was something that became, very quickly, irreversible in his mind. He convinced himself so thoroughly that he had the truth in his grasp, that even my telling him he was incorrect in his thinking did me no good. He invited himself to my home this past Sunday, the day my boyfriend was coming to visit, and promptly explained that I was to choose that day who I wanted to be with. I could only stare at him in disbelief; surely he couldn't be serious. I found out all too soon just how serious he was.

  To sum up the events of the day in short order; Drew became livid and irate when I refused to even consider him. I had been telling him over the phone for days that while he was a great guy and a wonderful friend, that was all he'd ever be, that nothing short of a nuclear meltdown inside my body would make me leave the love of my life. He then lied to my cousin, who was present for the entire ordeal. He told her that the previous week I had kissed him when we had gone over into town and hung out for a few hours. This untruth cut me deeply; people have been lying about me my entire life, but I never expected it from him, I expected better. I couldn't believe he would stoop to such treachery. All this trouble because he couldn't understand that no means no. I was so angry I couldn't speak, and certainly not to him and our friendship has ended as a result of it.

  My question is this; why, when told repeatedly that something is not possible, would you continue to try? Especially when you know that you are going to hurt someone you care about in the process. Why not just be happy for them, and take comfort in the fact that they are satisfied with what they have? Is there really a need to interfere to such a degree that you hurt the very person you are trying to care about? I wish I knew what he was thinking, because then maybe I could understand what it was he thought he was going to accomplish by ignoring my feelings and wishes. I really don't get it; what's so difficult to understand about the word no? No means no.

  • Posted Jul 23, 2008 10:47 pm PT
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• 24Jun 08

  *Hey baby, how old are you?*

  The above were the words of a young boy who came through my checkout lane this evening at my place of business. I calmly ignored the young tyke and went about my duties. The small chap wasn't to be discouraged though, and quickly asked if I had a boyfriend. Again, I ignored him and continued to work. He didn't get the picture, and so, in an attempt to woo me no doubt, he informs me that

  "I can do it better than he can."

  My lack of attention to the boy faltered. I gave him the total of his purchase and expected him to be on his way, possibly hanging his tail between his legs in defeat, but he wasn't quite finished trying to convince me of his superiority.

  "I'll see you around baby."

  As he walked away I considered telling him he might want to stick with his Tinker Toys, but instead, I held my tongue, and when he was out of earshot I turned to my coworker and informed her that a twelve year old boy had just hit on me.

  "It takes all kinds, hun." Was her only reply as she chuckled and went back to her duties.

  I ask you, what makes children do things like that? Honestly! The boy was maybe twelve, he should still think girls have cooties should he not? I'm utterly flabbergasted, it's people like that who make life bizarre.

  Hmph.

  • Posted Jun 24, 2008 8:53 pm PT
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• 10Jun 08

  Hello, my name is Heather, and I'm allergic to stupid...

  I've come to realize that in this world, something has gone terribly wrong... The gene pool has some form of viral algae growing in it. This algae seeps into people's brain's while they are still in utero and messes with certain cognitive functions that normal humans posses. Among these are the ability to speak coherently, act mature, and develop some form of manners. The severity of the damage ranges from moderate to oh-my-god-why-weren't-you-aborted. Not all humans are affected so adversely, in fact, some are quite normal, but the masses have been infected.

  Why is it so horrible that you pay 3 extra cents for a package of bologna when you go to one store? If you don't like their prices, shop somewhere else! Stop making life hell for everyone else!

  I have thus decided that I'm allergic to stupid. Stupid people, stupid questions, stupid statements, and stupid thoughts. I'm not allergic blonde moments, as I have them myself from time to time, but what I've developed a severe allergy for is people whose entire lives fall under one giant envelope of idiocy. I have but one solution to this problem; stupid people stay the hell away from my store. My allergy is severe and the reaction is unpleasant to anyone in the vicinity. It includes screaming obscenities, pointing out your idiocy, extreme sarcasm, rude gestures, and a complete lack of respect for anything you may ever say or do.

  If you happen to see any of these symptoms, be a kind soul and remove the moron from my sight. It will save everyone time and will prevent me from being fired. Thanks guys!

  • Posted Jun 10, 2008 5:05 pm PT
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