Because Annie is too busy with the living hell that is her piles of uni homework (or so I imagine thats what its like for her) and because she hasnt got the time to vent via the blog I'm gonna do it for her. Sorta. I know a bit about what she wants to vent about but probably not enough to do it justice and I'm probably less subtle than she is. So instead, to give her and hopefully you some reading material I'm gonna whinge about two things that have happened recently which have made me realise my growning passionate hate for both these things.
- Numero Uno (it sounded better in my head): Spreadin' like wildfire...
People who brag to everyone they see within 48 hours of an 'event' happening, and then wonder how everyone else found out.
Now not only is this stupid, but it annoys me even more when the particular person gets pissy when they find out that 'rumours' (or indeed the truth) has spread to everyone whos ever met or her of the person in question. How can they act so suprised? Everyone knows that girls gossip faster than a cheater can run. This is common knowledge. And more to the point if youre gonna brag to others about this, its evident that people are gonna assume you want it to become public fact, that everyone knows this good (or bad thing) that your proud of has happened to you.
If your a bit miffed by what I've put forward to you, I'll even try to throw in what I'm actually talking about as a real life example. Say you had a friend or even just an aquaintence who wasnt terribly popular and always drew attenion to herself for all the wrong reasons, and wasnt particularly seen to be a girl who was 'lucky ' in her love life. Now lets say, theoretically, something happen to this girl where she lost something suddenly, and not being the type at all who'd youd pick to be running around screwing men (yes men) on a first date (yeah i had to just say it, im crap at beating around the bush). Then say she went around telling all her close friends, all the gorey details, even when they didnt really want to hear this. And then say this girl even told a few people who were just friends of her friends, who she didnt kno that well.
Now out of the sheer hilarity and 'wtf' ness of this situation, as it is somewhat funny, would you find it that odd that her 'friends' shared this new gossip with a few choice others? Even if it was just for the purpose of telling someone how grosed out they were that this girl chose to disclose all the disgusting facts. I don't think you'd find anything all that wrong with it. ESPECIALLY seeing as she told near strangers (well friends of friends) so no one would really figure she wanted it to be kept a huge secret. Anyway, so it's annoyed me that this girl has now turned around and wanted to know which friend of hers has 'ratted' on her, only mainly because the guy she somewhat has a crush on found out...from his girlfriend. And of course she didnt want ths guy to think she was a slut of some form (im trying to reframe from rolling my eyes.) Not that she has any hope in hell at getting with him. But that is a completely different story for a different time. Point being, I hate the fact she thinks she can be annoyed at her friends who she told and never said anything about not repeating it to others, as it seemed she had the message playing from a loud speaker with neon flashing signs. Or close enough to.
Current Second to the Top of the Hate List
-Numero Due (doesnt quite sound as cool as Uno): I have no stories...
Having to badger people who don't think they have any entertaining stories to throw into conversation.
Now this is less of a hate and more like a pet peeve of mine. And only today I realised both how annoying and entertaining it can be to have to badger people who are utterly convinced they are so boring and dull that they indeed have no exciting/interesting/juicy/funny stories to tell. None what so ever. Now I have another annonymous friend who thinks he honeslty doesnt live a life that is exciting enough to have stories. Now this isn't to reflect badly on his personality, infact, if you met this young man you could even go as far to say he is quite pleasant to talk to (yes I am aware that I sound like a grandma). But he is somehow convinced that in comparison to my own life and the life of my other socialite gal pals, his is very mundane.
So to rid him of this way of thinking, we offered him up a challange. To come to us on monday (which turned into wednesday by the time we both actually got to see him together at the same time) with AT LEAST ONE story from his weekend. We didnt even specify if the story had to be funny, sad, stupid, nothing! We gave no guidelines, coz we knew we'd be lucky to get one story as it was, we weren't pushing our lucky. Now being the quiet guy that he is, it wasnt til we were all walking home today that we asked him for his story. Upon questioning him, he got in defensive mode (which he often has to get in coz we pick on him alot) and simply said "I dont have any stories." Which was met with stark, dissapointed look on our faces. Which was quickly swept away with looks of slight anger when I remembered he had told me earlier in the week he'd had a busy weekend. He MUST have done something to give him a story. So we badgered him, we kept asking like little children chiming "Are we there yet?". We persisted with this form of interogation technique til we were entirely going the wrong way from our bus stop, infact following him to his stop. Then began the poking. We stooped as low as to poke him til we got what we wanted. And it worked. We were pissy but it worked, and we got what we wanted.
AND it turns out, HE HAD EXCITING STORIES!! The boy went out on friday night got fairly drunk (which I thort he didnt really ever do much) then drove to work the next morning, still a lil drunk (which is illegal, don't try it at home kiddies) and then when out to a black tie 21st saturday night where he knew no one but 2 people (a situation I personally love being in). He was even more loaded up with potential for stories than I was. My highlights were that I made gingerbread men on the weekend while I was away, and that I successfully flew a kite. Lame but bucket loads of fun.
My point being that if your friends wanna hear a story and you think you have none, DIG DEEP! for their sake, even just list off what you did on the weekend and let them ask questions. Im sure now he has a story "I was stalked on my way home by two girls who claim to be my friends, who were on either side of me poking me relentlessly wanting stories from my weekend, standing on the corner of a busy street almost getting run over by a bus in an attempt to rob me of my sunglasses because I was trying to ignore them." Now if thats not a random as story, I duno what is.
Lesson learnt? Don't piss me off by doing either of these things or anything else equally as stupid or you too will make it up there to the top of my most hated list. And thats not a list you want your behaviour to get put on.
Your stand in whinger for the night,
Loz K xox
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