I'm bitter and I hate you.

I don't like when people get in front of me. In all aspects of life. Get ahead of me, in front of me, mature faster than me, earn more money than me,get better xmas gifts than me, etc. I was thinking about this while I was sitting in my hour long traffic commute of only about 15 miles of parking lot when some Jack in a sporty little tinted thing butts right inches from my bumper to get ahead of only me. WHY? For what purpose, only to make me more raod ragedly genocidal, is passing only one car? Okay. Fine I do it too because the one in front of me is going to slow and I can see a stretch of pavement better if I were in front. But it works for me because its ok if I cut people off, but not for them to cut me off. It's a line bucko. Move to the back.
And at work, if someone passes me up. (not that this is such a big issue) But a friend used to get less than me, which i was ok with for obvious reasons. I didn't flaunt it. But now ooooh she's ahead of me. (by 2 bux which in the long run of a year adds up to another 4,000 dollars) She passed me up. Not that I really wanted her job...But the sticker is that she's 2 years younger than me. I don't like to be passed up by younger people. I've always had this great idea for staying young. No more people alive younger than me. Therefor I'm the youngest. Now this may mean something like genocide or whatever, but whatever. Too many younger people than me. maybe just cut the numbers in half.
Also there's Winning. I like to be the winner. But I don't like to be passed up and become the loser. I was losing at monopoly over thanksgiving and for the life of me i tried to hold back from cheating (I was the banker) I deserve it, I'm the banker, I'd say. Just slip some extra hundreds under my salary when I pass Go...No one will see.Pay a little less when I'm buying houses...Fortunately I was playing with cousins, and cousins being family had the same cheating habits and the game just went downhill with 500's being taken all over the place until someone resigned.
I'm a contradiction huh? And full of fallacy. I like to be the best artist in the class. Because I was always the only artist in class in elementary school. A kid traced bugs bunny once and I thought he did it free hand and i got upset that he could be better than me. In my art classes i find myself doing somewhat crappy art work cuz everyones watching and then they say, oh that's so good! And I know its bad and they must just not be as good as me...until there is someone really good even I am throwing out praise and guffawing the wonders of their creation and secretly hating them because why dint I think of that?
This brings me to a movie reference that fits the subject well and stars my favorite Johnny Depp: Now I forget the name of the movie. Mexico. Something in Mexico and Johnny is bad and his eyes get gorged out and in Mexico he gets the same dish everywhere he goes and the one place he says, it has made that dish the best. And you know what he will do after he finishes his meal? He will go back to the kitchen and shoot the cook of the bestest meal. Because he must restore order to mexico...yadda something else.
I think of that sometimes when I see art I really like...But then when i see a whole lot of art that really sucks. Like seriously there is way to much crap ass art out there and I want to just end it all! So yeah i would'nt get rid of the best artists, but the worst. Cuz man. Someone's gotta say something sometime. YOU SUCK. PLEASE STOPP ASSUALTING OUR EYES.
Anyway.people getting in my way...yes.I don't like it. Oh right. Today at the gym at work. No one works out after work but me and its been that way for months. For as long as I've gone to the gym. And it works perfect for me cuz I'm all self conscious that I'm doing everything wrong and I dont like the sneaky way people can look at you throuugh the intricate system of mirrors. And I don't like to share the tv. etc. So its a small gym. Think 4 machines in a room the size of 3 of your bathrooms. When All of a sudden this totally fit girl comes in all pumped up and ready to go to the gym! Hoooray! and I'm in there, I here her key in the door. Oh great. Oh no. Please don't come in. She's in. She's on the treadmill. She's moving my things. She's touching my water bottle. She wants me to move the tv so she can seee....I DONT LIKE TO SHARE MY THINGS. And I've come to know the gym as mine since Im always the only on ethere when I go there. So there. So I left early. I didn't even stretch or cool down cuz she was on my treadmill. And then I went into traffic and cursed the whole way home at people who cut in front of me or who stopped right when the light changed yellow. And then I got home. And I wonder why I am very stiff in the back. My eye has started to twitch. It has been twitching for 3 weeks now. Especially at work and in traffic. And when I groan. My neck hurts. I think I grew some wrinkles on my forehead. I'm becoming and angry old bitter hag.
OMG.
Someone please help me. This has to stop. I equate it all to my evil ofice job. I swear. It's turning me into one of them.

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