Virini
Some say that my intolerance of stupidity is "snobbery". I say that
I've got very little time, sweetheart, and I won't waste it listening to--or
taking seriously--inane prattling, vacuous banter, or uninformed gibberish.
People who can't take responsibility for their actions don't jive well with me.
I turn down invitations left and right at the office when the chick who's
celebrating her second unplanned pregnancy out of wedlock in her
twenty-years-short life throws herself a baby shower so she can be adored and
collect gifts for a child that was, 1.) um, frankly, not well-planned for,
2.) has no other supporting parental figure in the picture, and 3.)
will be raised solely on its mother's part-time, meager-paying income and the
forced beneficence of taxpayers.
I retort with wit when the bossy leech at the desk next to mine
informs me that I have to "check with her" before changing the computer settings
and makes snarky comments about my dress and business demeanor--as though it's
somehow my fault that she's older and better educated than I am, has been at
this job longer, and her solitary role in it is to demean the rest of the staff,
because she can't get a better job, because she won't GROW UP, stop playing
infantile office politics games, and take the fucking piercings out of her face.
I start pushing and hollering when I'm on the subway and the moron who's
entirely too enamored with his walkee-talkee phone feels inclined to let the
entire car know which "chick" he "Bitch-slapped" and how he's so "broke-as-fuck"
while concurrently blocking the aisle and forcing several senior citizens to
stand.
Bitching is often warranted in many situations. However, if the situation
is a construct of your own, vile stupidity, you have no damn right to open your
mouth.
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