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.

  • You’re talking about me, aren’t you?

    You’re talking about that time I was crying over that thing.

    You want me to move out, don’t you?

    Goddammit, my life is already so hard, and now you’re going to make me go out and look for a new place to live. You don’t even care that I’m flat broke and have NO money, do you? You don’t even care that it’s SOOOO hard to find a place that will allow me to have pets.

    Isn’t it enough that I had to give away the truck because I couldn’t afford to get it fixed?

    Do you want blood? Is that what you want? Would you be happy if I cut myself and bled for you? WOULD THAT MAKE YOU HAPPY, YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE?!?!?

  • Ace

    You better not be talking about me, Stewie…

  • Damn… I guess I will just leave the intarweb so I don’t bother you anymore.

    Big meanie. ๐Ÿ™

  • fucking cry babies

  • Lance Fucking Henriksen

    I agree! Whiners need to get their ass kicked and then thrown back into the giant meat grinder of life! Fuck ’em all and let ’em see what it’s like when life really kicks ’em in the ass.

    BTW, you can catch me starring in Sasquatch, running all week on the Sci-Fi channel.

    I’m LFH and I’m keeping it real.

  • LFH rules!

  • Meh..you can’t be ALL that bad if FREAK is still living with you after all these years….

  • She’s not going to be living with me much longer if she doesn’t knock off that whiny shit. I donโ€™t give a shit if she IS flat broke โ€“ I want the house to myself. She’s not my fucking problem.

  • I thought you said we were okay!!! I told you I was looking!! I can’t stay with my brother – Jack doesn’t even have his own room, and Jamie’s been sleeping on the couch. The only place left is the floor.

    You’re such a jerk. I do so much stuff for you. You don’t appreciate me at ALL. You just wait until I’m gone and you have to do all that crap yourself. THEN you’ll know what it’s like.

  • Remember when I said you have until the 1st?

    Yeah, be the fuck out of my house by the time I get back from France.

  • wtfever.

    prick.

    I’ll be HAPPY to!! I’m TIRED of living with your punk ass!!

    Just expect plenty of “surprises” when you get back!

  • I hope you realize you’re RUINING ANY chance I’ll EVER have of getting my OWN house.

    I’ll have to RENT for the REST OF MY LIFE, and it will be YOUR FAULT!!!

  • I should care, why?

  • Bull! I write my blog for ‘myself’ too, and then get all annoyed that no one is posting any replies. If you’re only writing for yourself, tell me, did you tell ANYONE about it? If no, then you’re being honest about it being solely for yourself. If not….
    QUIT CRYING!!!!!!!!!!!!!

  • You want some wahhmburgers with your french cries?

    Need me to call a wahhhhhhmbulance?

    I’ll type this slow, because you may have missed it the first time. I’ll even bold the important parts for you…

    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.

    Now, next time you wamt to whine about something, please make sure you have all the facts. Otherwise, it just goes badly for you.

    Thanks for playing.

  • Anonymous

    Merovingianne say it all. You a bitch Stewie. I dance on the grav of alls!!

    BBBBLLLLLLOOOOOOOGGGGG AAAASSSSSS!!!!

  • What language is that, anonymous? Is it the language of the land Dumbassia?

  • Lance Fucking Henriksen

    Merovingianne,

    You’re a fucking annoying whiny, skeez. Please stop breathing immediately.

    Thank you,

    Lance Fucking Henriksen.

    I was in The Right Stuff, BEEYOTCH!

    Keep it real.

  • I got this big dick, and I feel like crying.

  • Ace

    See, Stewie, I told everyone I know about my blog.

    That way, nobody every complains about whether or not I write for myself. Why be selfish when I can entertain the great unwashed?

    Like the kind of dude who bitches about your blog from the safety of the “Anonymous” login.

  • This blog fucking sucks. You’re all losers.

  • I take it back.

    I LOVE YOU ALL!

  • Too late, bitch!

    You are on the shit-list.

    Who am I kidding, I can’t stay mad at you!

  • Well, what about when you whine in your own blog in a self-depreciating way that’s meant to be a joke? And then people whine to you that you aren’t making any sense and whine that you should read their blog about whining and then whine that you probably won’t even get the point of their blog about whining?

  • Okay.

    Goddammit.

    My head just exploded.

  • Translated:

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