"The Victim" - A Real Harrison Rant Post

Ok now. By this I don't mean the guy who gets beat up and mugged on the way home from the nickelodeon... that is an actual victim. By this I mean "the victim."

Now to clarify what "the victim" is I will put it in my own bitchy words:

"The victim has a horrible life which no one understands because of a physical trait, sexual preference, or past trauma. Their life is so sad that they rub it in everyone's faces and try to get pity from every person they meet."

The victim likes to go into large groups of people and say, "You hate me because I'm ____" (The blank can be filled in with anything. Black, gay, a leper) And then the large group says, "No, we hate you because you're fucking annoying." And then the victim retorts with, "No one will ever understand my leprosy because I am the only one who has ever had leprosy and I wish people would just leave me alone but at the same time give me all their attention! Woe is me for having such a pitiful life!"

And then I kick them in the dick.

Seriously? Fucking seriously?

We all have sucky lives. Can we just agree to that? Everyone is like: "My life sucks" but in all reality. It doesn't. Our lives are more of a roller coaster, and a Six Flags roller coaster at that. You wanted to go to Cedar Point or Disney World, but your parents said that Six Flags is the same thing. IT IS NOT THE SAME THING!

No one came to his pity party

So where I was going with that was: we all have sucky lives at some points, and most of us genuinely want to comfort and be there for people, BUT NOT WHEN YOU'RE CONSTANTLY BEING OPPRESSED BY SOCIETY!

Dammit. It's like everywhere I go you have some group of people being like, "I am a minority and the system is holding me down! I want all my rights and I want them now!"

Yes, I am a gay male and "the system" does not let me have some things that I would want in my future. Am I upset about this? Yes. Am I crying about it every minute? No. Am I going out with my pitchforks to burn down a Chik-fil-A, because somehow a Chicken restaurant that gives chicken to a Christian retreat is threatening my livelihood? No.

Fuck the victim. Fuck the pity parties. Fuck us all.

BLARGH! If you haven't been able to tell, this is something that does really piss me off. We can't grow stronger through pity and whining. We need to be strong and embrace our setbacks and struggles. We need to grow from our mistakes and our hardships.

Also, I really just want some fajitas right now... but I don't gotz the peppers. Maybe that is putting me in a bad mood. -_-

Sorry about this rant. But it is needed for my sanity!

Much love!

-Harrison