Hello, all. I’m back. Yes, I neglected you for an entire week. I’m sorry. I had things to take care of like trim my nose hairs and eat newborn babies (with the arrival of the Spring Equinox, it is Caribbean-Canadian tradition that several babies be sacrificed and consumed between buns and slathered in ketchup. Oh wait… that’s hotdogs. I was probably at a barbeque). The brief lovely weather Toronto had last week has left me in a chipper mood despite the heartbreaking 4 degrees Celsius outside today. It may be for that very reason that I have lately been having a lower tolerance to people who fucking whine too much. The sun is goddamn shining, bitch! Crack a smile; it won’t kill you.
We’ve all done it. Cried about first-world problems.
“My mobile phone with an 8MP camera, a dictionary, a virtual circus, and the ability to raise my kids is on the fritz! It won’t access Facebook because there’s no WiFi! My life is ending!”
“Fuuuuuuuuuuuck!!! My otherwise super-loving boyfriend won’t answer my texts. It’s been ten whole minutes!”
“Oh, God. I ate too much. I gained 30 lbs. But I’m going to keep over-eating and everything I put in my mouth will be bullshit. And then I won’t exercise except moving my mouth to bitch about my life.”
“Oh noooooooo! I didn’t get to go to Disneyland this year! What will Mickey and Minnie do without meeee?”
Every time anyone spouts this hog shit (including myself), all I can think is, Jesus Christ. Meanwhile in the Congo…
I don’t mean to use third-world countries to prove a point. I don’t like comparing because those nations have different histories which surface their issues today (i.e. colonialism is a big part of why we’re rich and they are in huge debt…). It seems that in Western society we cry for shit all the time and think the world owes us a mansion with an expensive car. We intentionally look for shit to be upset about. Yeah, I said it.
Generation Y is fucking spoiled. I have serious doubts about the world’s future if we don’t grow the fuck up real fast and start actually working for what we get. Instead, we have been conditioned to seek hand-outs at every corner whilst charming the world with our renowned genius and charm. Having mummy and daddy pay all your expenses to drink and party and make a damn fool of yourself is in no way honourable. And then you have the gall to open your stink-ass mouth and complain because you failed your exams for which you didn’t study!? Two words: Fuck you.
Motherfucker, work with what you’ve got. Don’t be a dick. If shit’s not going your way, we live in a world bursting with opportunity. Change it. Even if you’re part of a marginalised community, you can change it. However, you have to work. If you’re too fucking lazy to work, then shut up. I don’t want to hear you whine about fuckery.
Of course, this is much different from someone venting to a friend because they have actually had it hard and it is clear they did not cause that bullocks upon themselves. For the rest, I have zero pity.