My Daily Rage
Person #1:
Here is what I think about you. You are a smug little bitch. You walk around with attitude looking down on us like we're the gum on the bottom of your posh converse sneakers. Grow the hell up. Hypocritical and rude. One day you hate J, the next day you love her. "Everyone! Quick! Sign up on the schedule of who is friends with H today!" Because clearly that's how your life works, and we all have to fit perfectly into your little timetable of friends. Not that you have any of those. How was I ever best friends with you? No one can handle your smug personality. The next time you walk into a room, please just leave your ego and your attitude at the door.
Person #2:
It is frustrating to see how your life fits so perfectly within itself; each aspect clicks into place like a jigsaw puzzle. I want you to be happy, but you are so ignorant. You talk about going places and helping people, do you even know what that means? It is not a luxury vacation. The "cute african children" are not there for us to pose with for pictures. You are nowhere near poor, like you often make it sound. "I have no money." Except that's why every weekend you go shopping with your boyfriend and your parents give you money to buy lunch, clothes, and jewellry. And then you clearly point out "I think we are all about the same as far as money goes." What even posesses you to say that? How is that relevant to anything? It is almost like you are ashamed of having money. And then there's school. You get straight A's with barely moving an eyelash. You play dumb and pretend you don't understand the homework. I guess I am a little envious of you. You're family is so... just right. You never have to worry about money. You go on vacation to all-inclusive resorts and complain about the food. I really just wish you could see it for yourself how lucky you are. Step into someone else's shoes. But maybe I am the lucky one, for being happy in my own.
