Wednesday, 17 June 2009
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Rantish. A Blog of Rants.
It absolutely kills me when people talk about deep personal problems in public spaces.
The other day at a restaurant with a client, we were seated next to two frumpy women who were loudly complaining about their mothers, their husbands, their weight, their friends. And it wasn't complaining-lite. It was in depth public-therapy.
"I grew up in a household where everyone was against me. They all tried to crush my dreams. It's because my mom is a control freak, I'm telling you, my whole life she's been undermining my self confidence."
Listen, I'm glad our culture has become more open. I'm glad we can talk about things that were once taboo. But at a chicken place? Shut the fuck up. Go buy a diary, phone a friend, or better yet, start a blog.
But shut the fuck up.
I am trying to eat. I am trying to ride the bus. I am trying to sit in the doctor's waiting room. I do not need to be assaulted by your personal problems.
Some things are still sacred. Some things you should talk about at home, or when no one is around.
To loudly complain of your unhappiness in public is to be histrionic. The people around you didn't choose to listen to your issues, they are strangers being forced to listen.
And strangers do not care what is going wrong in your life, so lower your voice.
We are not feeling sympathy when we glance over at you, we are feeling discomfort. We are wondering why you feel compelled to loudly state how life keeps screwing you in the ass.
And while I'm at it:
If you think that "no one knows the real you", then you should probably start analyzing why that is. Is the real you a giant pool of insecurity? Does the real you frequently complain about deeply personal things to people who really don't need to know? Maybe you should work on that and then try showing the "real you" to the world.
And if the real you is gay in Alabama, an atheist in Texas, or has an underwear fetish, try finding a like-minded crowd to share with instead of constantly grumbling that no one knows you, no one could even begin to, your life is so dark, yadda, yadda yadda.
Are you really expecting people to dig through your spiky exterior to reveal the tender being within? Or are you just a passive aggressive twit who thinks the world should strive to understand his complexity?
Let me tell you that the world does not have the time. Knock it off before you die alone.
*sigh*
I feel much better now.
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Comments (46)
ouch, I feel like the bottom half was about me...
*hides*
@prelude2life - huh? No.
I was on a 45 minute bus ride today seated in front of two people loudly discussing their legal problems.
ha. this rant would've been addressed to who i was 2 years ago. thank goodness i've changed. XD
Oh, I like you.
SPOT ON.
While hearing people talk about such things around me is hideously annoying, I find it just as offensive when the stranger starts a conversation with me to talk to me directly about how mean the big bad world is to them. Seriously, who tells people their whole life sob story within minutes of meeting a person? Plenty of people, apparently. Ugh. >.<
hehe. yeah good call.
when/if I vent to people about things like that, I definitely do it in a private space. sometimes its hard to find that private space, its necessary.
same goes for fights too!
this is why I should carry my iPod around more often.. lol
Then, when finally done ranting, goes to me -"fucking people, they've got no sense. (ironyyyyyyyy) my daughter..." and then goes on with this whole huge story while I patiently and politely keep obviously glancing at my line of angry people.
I love people but god do I fucking hate them. What a funny world, haha.
Good post :) (especially since it got draks respect, haha)
I like the title of this blog, ha.
I don't struggle with it. There used to be a time when people didn't share there problems at all. They just kept them all in.
I hear you, on that first part.
I mean, I like having deep, meaningful and engrossing discussions with someone in a grease-pit diner at 3:00 AM but I do it at a reasonable, audible level from across the table. I'm not talking loudly in a quiet place.
Plus it's usually existential or philosophical discourse, not bitching - again, at strange hours of the morning.
People really do need to learn to keep it to themselves in public, with many things.
@prelude2life - Same.
i strongly agree with you.. too many people are too open with her personal info.
Diaries need to become "in" again.. lol the kinds with the locks on them.. lmao
Especially if you're somewhere you can't leave... like seated at a table next to them, or in a line or on the bus. If two people are standing by the Rice-A-Roni in the grocery store, while still annoying, at least you're not stuck with them.
Jeez quit complaining. I kid.
agreed. totally irritating...they should start a blog
No freakin' joke. Go Lotta go. xD
Also, I would totally read Rantish.
As in 'worse than finding a worm in an apple- finding 'half-a-worm', I find the constant cell-phone idiot background-noise semi-conversations here annoying to the point where I completely lose it. Some folks now stay away when I have a hammer, but you gotta teach new ones a lesson every day.
*head desk* I don't even put my personal problems on a public BLOG, let alone bitch about them at the local KFC.
My dad is bad for this. Usually he's seeking attention and sympathy from strangers.
I was once in a drive Sonic where the driver behind me in line was talking so loudly to her passenger about how her boyfriend slept with a dude and then ended up giving her some STI that I decided I was no longer hungry. After hearing "And then there's this weird colored .... the doctor doesn't know why that is and I think I have aids!" I almost puked.
I totally agree. STFU. I don't want to hear it!
the real you is a bit*h...
I HATE when people talk so loud in public that you're forced to listen to them especially when everyone else is quiet. You're right no one cares about their life probably not even the person they're talking to. Honestly I think they're just seeking attention from EVERYONE.
Damn it.
you're great
I hear a lot of that at work.Dont know whypeople do it but they can't keep things to their self.Why would you tell a stranger youre problems or about youre sex life.I don't wount to hear it.
I think its rude too, because you're right, we're forced to listen and I hate that. I hate people who complain too, or are easily annoyed with people/things. its like, fix it instead of ranting about it in public