Indignation rant.

Disclaimer, I wrote this while I was still in high-school. My high-school was and still is a very preppy rich blond white kids school where everybody acts a specific way to be liked and accepted by those around them. Plastic to the tenth degree. I still end up coming off a little crazy in this, because I was. People who bullied me in high-school got stabbed with pencils. I'm still lonely to this day, but less stressed out about it and surrounded by happy people to aggravate my terrible social anxiety. So take this rant with a grain of salt because I've changed somewhat.

I have a psychotic freaking hatred for ignorance. When I hear and see it in action it sets me off in a way that would probably amount to some kind of nuke you've never heard of. When Ignorance comes along I do a freaking acrobatic pirouette off the handle into the deep end. Like I wanted nothing to do with the handle, like me and the handle are getting a divorce and I am keeping the handle's kids, like that handle just became a big spider orgy and I am totally scared of spiders. Ignorance makes me feel this way because I have spent my entire life trying to understand my life and have gotten some success which has tempered my behavior in odd ways. No one acts as I do, I can guarantee it. This odd behavior alone, seems to make people act quite stupidly around me. Like they have no idea what to do or say to me. Honestly I wouldn't be so put off by it if they put in some effort. I mean really...instead of calling my name and saying. "Whatcha do this weekend, did you kill anyone????" You could try and ask like you really care about what you might hear, and not act like your expecting me to tell some kind of joke. Like oh yeah, "I went swimming with my pet sea lion on my home world midnight-niner and killed a guy with a red banana." HA HA HA RIGHT? So worth asking that freak in black a question. So when the ignoramoose with his idiot grin or sally with her stupid snicker come asking question after question. I'm either going to be pissed, indignant, or ignore your ass like your a slab of melting butter on the wall. If you want to know who I am, act like it, if you don't care, act that way. Thats another thing I'm tired of. The fake courtesy. You know, the thing you do when you want someone to like you as a person. If more people came at me honestly I would respect more people in this world and feel happy about having to come to this school. But no, I get fake after fake, coming at me in a line like they heard someone was handing out asses, and have had nothing but years of bitter ass famine. Asking me to come sit with their idiot clic at the table in the middle of the room with all the spotlights on it. They first, assume I am sad. I am very happy over here in my dark corner, thanks. Second, they expect me to be completely fine moving. Nope, I sat here on purpose, not over there. Get it? And thirdly, they just want to have fun with me once I get there, more stupid questions to egg me into somehow being an idiot with them. I'm sorry sally slim waist and jared jock face, but I'm staying over here on sanity island. I know your all good looking and very appealing to the average upright go getter, but I am waiting for more sensible company that wont be burn-outs by age thirty five.