Stop your damn whining.

There’s a lot of things that I have no patience for. A lot. In the top five are people who feel sorry for themselves and people who whine. In the top 3 are people who do both. It’s one thing to feel sorry for yourself, it’s a pain in my ass to hear you whine about it. And your troubles. And your life. And…

Shut the fuck up. Seriously.

All you do is whine about how much your life sucks and how you have so many problems and I don’t know what it’s like.

Well, you know what? You’re right. I don’t.

I don’t know what it’s like to be a whiny fucking baby, crying about all that is wrong in my life. I have no clue what it’s like to beg for people’s attention, even if the attention is negative. I have no idea what it’s like to blame everyone else for my problems. Like the great Paulie Walnuts once said, “I have my own fucking problems.” I don’t need to hear yours.

Just the other night I was telling my roommate how I can’t stand people that whine. Then it dawned on me that much of these blog entries are bitch-fests and I may be seen as a hypocrite (which I am, but not on this). But there is a difference between whining and bitching. I don’t write this blog for people to give me attention. I don’t write this blog for people to feel sorry for me. I don’t write this blog so I can cry about every fucking thing that is wrong in my life.

I write this blog to write this blog. And to bitch about people that piss me off. That’s it.

If no one reads it, that’s fine. For those of you that do read it, while I appreciate the audience, if you stopped reading it, that’s fine too. I would still write. Admittedly, however, I do write this blog knowing that people do read it, so part of me is writing to entertain as well. Hopefully, I am succeeding. If I’m not, thanks for reading, anyway.

Back to the subject at hand…

Folks, seriously, stop crying. I’m not exagerating when I say no one wants to hear you. No one. Nobody. Not one person.

Wait, scratch that, there are some co-dependants out there that live for this type of behavior. So, please, go find one of those people to cry to. I’m tired of hearing it.

You are in charge of your own life and only you can fix it. It’s not your mother’s fault you are a fuckup now. It’s not your father’s fault that you can’t keep a job. You’re a fucking adult, so buck up and act like one and stop acting like a God damn two-year-old with all of your blubbering.