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Fuckin teenagers…

Posted in England, Misanthropy, People with tags , , , , , , on December 29, 2016 by MISANTHROPIST

About a month ago now went out to the shops for some beer. On my way out I can hear teenagers, probably drunk on cheap shit and being very loud. Not a problem, I was a little shit once. As I passed these kids it suddenly went quiet, hushed voices and their pace increased.

Only after this did I realise exactly why. We have a lady down here who lost her leg to a blood clot. They need 24hr drive access because of her lack of mobility, so they place cones to mark off the area. The cones are strewn around the road with the possibility of causing an accident. Our roads are so narrow corrective action would likely make it worse.

I don’t like the people that own the house but that’s not the point. Some things you just don’t do. Like fucking with disabled people. So I shout ‘Hey you little shits this is a fuckin disabled woman’s house. You think this is fucking funny?’ ¬†One of them began to backchat me after which I informed him that I would slap him with the cone. They started running after that.

There’s always one brave one. So brave he’s on a bicycle for a quick get away, he starts mouthing me which¬†pissed me off even more so. I went on to inform him that ‘You think you’re brave kid, I will fuck you in front of your friends.’ He was a bit less brave after that and said he had nothing to do with it which was a lie.

‘You better get your ass home then hadn’t you?’ Now I was tempted to rob his bicycle so he sent dad or big brother here then I’d return it but not before explaining that his little crotch spawn was fucking around with disabled people. There were about ten of them and I’ve seen them around but they don’t look me in the eye.

I make the point of waving at them to remind them if they do it again I will follow up. I don’t make it my business to scare teenagers but that was unacceptable. I was a shit as a kid but I never did that or anything like it. This legitimately pissed me off.

I Fucking hate teenagers, I must be getting old.

-Misanthropist.

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Ask me why I’m writing today.

Posted in Brazil, England, General, Useless information. with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on August 27, 2014 by MISANTHROPIST

I didn’t even want to write today, I mean I have plenty to write about once I get it all organized in my head. I’ve done everything there is to do before I sat down to write. There is literally nothing better to do but there is something worth posting about. Since I got home I seem to be having trouble settling back in. I have no clue why this is but I know it isn’t leaving luxury. I just can’t get back into living here. I’m sure there’s a few factors involved and one of them seems to be the perpetual Sunday I’ve experienced thanks to the bank holiday, which is pretty much Sunday 2.0. It seems as if the week got stuck at Sunday. I absolutely hate Sundays.

I just can’t seem to fit back into my routines. My sleep has been all over the place despite waking up early most days, getting used to sleeping alone again. Which is never fun. My eating habits have been affected by this trip, the food out there was so much fresher which turned me off of food a bit. I’m eating sure but I’m not particularly enjoying it. I even tried having a little smoke and a few drinks but still everything feels kinda wrong. Then there is this place. I got used to having a developed social life I guess. We’d just go out and meet with her friends and other friends of friends. You know the drill.

The language barrier was fun, a misanthrope’s dream. Imagine going out and all its benefits without having to engage in lengthy conversations. That said I really liked the people I met and they tried to communicate best they could. It’s so different here, so boring, so dead. Even if I wanted to go out there would be nobody to go with. Then there’s the usual shit, I had to help a friend out who was in trouble. He needed some food. It is that shit around here that some people are struggling. I saw it in Brazil yes, but they don’t seem as socially isolated as we are. In Brazil a friend will feed you as hospitality.

It wasn’t the beautiful apartment or luxury I’d lived in that made me hate this area even more, I always said this place was a pit. It has never been more clear to me how boring, dull and limiting this place is. I’m having trouble getting back into routine but I don’t think I even want to. It’s easier to see monotony once it has been broken I guess. I have plans for the near future but until then I’m stuck in the now and the now is boring as fuck. I’d say the experience has changed me in ways or at least given me fresh perspective. I haven’t stopped taking my coffee black since I got home.

The other thing is that couple routine you get into, that was our routine and it was pretty awesome. I will admit I got used to choice and variety in my food. Not to mention the fact that almost everything can be got on delivery in Brazil, I think I also miss the convenience. Being with her was a lot of fun and now I’m just stuck here where nothing I’m doing is entirely satisfying, this coupled with the fact that I am not even close to settling back in here is making for a fun time. I will say living well contributed to the strangeness of every day things like cooking for myself. You don’t really think about the time these tasks take up when until you haven’t had to do them for a while.

I crave shrimp and cheese coxinha like a motherfucker right now. I have no idea where I can get it but I will find a way. I enjoyed my time in Brazil, it’s a lovely country and the people were warm and relaxed. I think I was only genuinely irritated by two people the whole time I spent there. A young couple behind us, we were on a bus between states and this douche was playing his music loudly so everyone could hear. I totally expect that shit in London but not in Brazil, then again teenagers will be douches, all over the globe. I will get to writing properly, as I have said I’m just not really feeling it. This post came out of thin air. I needed something to do and I had something in my head to write about.

All I’m hearing is bad stuff in the news and people with their problems against this colorful gray backdrop and I’m having a really hard time getting back into it because it isn’t something I want to be a part of. I much prefered the life I lived out there. Not even the luxury just living somewhere interesting and experiencing new things. I want to escape this terminal boredom. I don’t even wonder why the some of the people I know are depressed. It’s pretty bleak here. I’m hoping I can just sit down with the guitar and get back into the music and studio stuff but to be honest I’m just not feeling anything.

Even this post, I started with some sort of direction and then by the end it just feels blunt. I’m hoping it isn’t a completely clusterfuck and fully conveys my feelings, I guess that’s what I had set out to do. Kinda dazed and confused though.
-Misanthropist.

Smashing Pumpkins.

Posted in England, General, Halloween, Misanthropy, People, Useless information. with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on November 2, 2012 by MISANTHROPIST

 


I am known for be a calm person, I always have been because what’s the point of letting people piss you off? This month I have been very short-tempered, you might say it was my time of the month. A time of crisis and hardship. What a wonderful world we live in!

I was pretty pissed off the other day despite my best efforts to be calm and collected. During a walk on this cold Halloween night I was achieving Zen again until this happened. I’m walking past my local store on my way to a gas station and just getting past a group of three kids. Two girls and one boy. There was one girl in normal clothing, one dressed as a whore and the boy dressed in full hoodie apparel (Any British readers or European neighbors should know this one.) Anyway they asked me to get the cigarettes, they looked no older than 15. I said I didn’t have time, I was busy and kept walking to which the one dressed as a fat, undead whore made some sort of ape like grunt which was a jeer at me.

I ignored them and continued 100m until I stopped to debate whether it was worth walking the gas station ATM when it’s highly likely I have no funds. I continued on reasoning that the walk would be good for me. I continued on, on my way back I ran into them again which is when the one dressed as a fat undead whore said ”I thought you were busy you C**T!”

Already having a bad day here is where I lose my shit and tell her friend that ”she needs to shut her mates F**king mouth, Now.”
I went on to tell her I would pick her up by her ankles and drag her back to her parents house, not that they would have cared anyway most likely. Her male friend then decided to front me so I just told him to go for it if he thought he was big enough. Not my proudest moment really but I then explained to him that I have no problem with him or the other girl just the undead teletubby.

Now I shouldn’t have lost my shit like I did but hey why the fuck not? Their parents aren’t doing it. I never smoked at their age but the people who did asked someone to buy them cigarettes and even if they didn’t you said thanks anyway regardless. You had respect, what the hell has happened to kids these days. Am I getting old?

Just to round off here, Halloween was the shittiest day I’ve had in a very long time. Things like that, running into your friend who you don’t talk to anymore, do not make the day any better. Next year I’m going to put claymore mines up my garden path. We only had two trick or treaters this year but I’d rather be safe. Events as described in this post make me not want to have children. At one point I had someone ask me to borrow 60p for a bus journey. Nope. Nope. Nope. Seriously people are pissing me off a lot more lately. I’m back to normal now but people are still managing to annoy the crap out of me. As a final note I only saw around 10 trick or treaters in my entire area. That was strange.

Misanthropist.

Chronicles of a young Asshole/Misanthrope Vol.(1)

Posted in England, General, How to lose friends and offend people, Misanthropy, People with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on August 5, 2012 by MISANTHROPIST


So it’s Sunday again, my least favourite day of the week, I’ve been down to the store and brought myself an energy drink some ingredients for dinner and some cigarettes because on a day like sunday you must have cigarettes. I’m making a Hungarian-American fusion dish out of two recipes taught to me by my best friend and woman respectively. God, I sound like a douche even saying the word ‘Fusion’ in a food related sentence. I always use fresh ingredients because frozen and tinned food tastes like crap. Anyway on to the point of this post: As a fledgling asshole/misanthrope I had many adventures which I will chronicle here as I recall them. It’ll act as a bit of filler and maybe even give you a few laughs or you’ll be offended in which case I don’t care.

Please bear in mind that these posts will be in no particular order chronological or otherwise. As a teenager I decided one winter day that I would ware a Che Guevara t-shirt into school, my history teacher was an educated man and one of the best teachers I ever had, I think I was just looking for an argument that day. He sees the t-shirt half way through our one hour periods and gets pretty mad while educating me on how Che Guevara was a nasty man, bayonetting pregnant women and murdering various people. I thought murder was kinda a main facet of revolution?

I have no real political alignment unless the far right are seeking power, then I feel it my duty to vote against them as a misanthrope and a human being. What could be worse than the far right coming into power, its pretty funny I say that because as a blonde haired, blue-eyed white guy I stand to gain the most. As he carried on in his rant, getting pretty fired up and red in the face he tells me to go home and change my shirt ending his outburst with ‘Would you ware a shirt with Adolf Hitler on it?’

Sure enough I was wearing a shirt with Hitler on it, the shirt in itself was anti-Nazi and Hitler but you’d have to read it to see that. It read Hitler’s European Tour listing various countries such as Britain and Russia as cancelled. He was in no mood to read such a shirt and sent me out of class. With a smile on my face and a spring in my step I left class, went home and explained to my mother who said he should have read the shirt and let me stay home for the day. Now I don’t remember entirely but I could have planned that seeing how long and boring the day was set to be.

This is really nothing compare to some of the things I did in school and got away with frequently. I was an extremely good student, always respectful towards my teachers because after all they give up their time for a meagre wage in order to teach me about the world around me, educating me for my descent into the fuckery that is working life. It goes to show that if you’re an excellent worker and well liked you can get away with anything. I bent the rules multiple times, this is something I plan to carry into my working life.

Misanthropist.