westid

being stone cold sober has its advantages if you look at it in a theoretical, not applied, way. for example: some people were really nasty to me but they had lots of fun doing it because they could fuck with my medication any time they wanted, and they enjoyed having great laughs about it behind my back with other patients – while at the same time being “really concerned” about me in the meetings that they have with others in my absence

anyway, all the dick heads who were doing that last time i got into trouble are gone and i’m in a better place. it’s always so well right up until it’s not. for sixteen times i gave this sad cunt a chance, the final one, which happened yesterday, led me to decide that enough was enough

so today, i come in as part of my routine and he’s gone mumbling gossip that he thinks i can’t hear – hiding in the back room with his girlfriends like a bitter spinster who got divorced for a newer model – and i called him out for it. that’s not the relevant part but the following is …

when i get on alright with people, and i know some of the people amid my faithful readership know, it’s all gravy. they just can’t understand why i would suddenly “completely out of the blue” call some sad wanker out for again starting this regular, tiresome thing that some sad wanker always does and there are no exceptions to it

i told him that you don’t need a prescription for viagra any more, and that he should stop taking his limpdick out on me

first they try and rake up my past. “did you know … ” sad wanker continues, he’s stood at the counter when i come through the door- then instead of doing his job he fucks off into the back room where he thinks i can’t hear the pathetic mumbling – so today i addressed the ignorant twat problem. and for his colleagues, who are alright with me on a daily basis … i said the following which i’m now also going to tell you, in some vain hope that perhaps someone might take a step back and form an opinion of their own for once

you have to look at the motives behind the sad wanker saying these things, because everything you have heard about me – 99% of it came out of absolute nowhere. i’ve done nothing wrong but you still don’t like me and – it’s never rational, because i give everyone a chance – so that one isolated case of someone being a prick doesn’t belittle the opportunity to be nice that other people get when they meet me

i know a lot of people who are reading this do so because they fancy a laugh, or a cry, or just want to bond with other people or get laid by slagging me off. this has been going on all of my life. it’s not paranoia when it’s actually happening there and then. so the next time someone is slagging me off to you, or slagging anyone off in a similar fashion, you should consult the following check list before you accidentally adopt someone else’s opinion instead of taking me as i am and forming your own

• the things i have done – have you ever fallen out with your family before? perhaps it’s not so far fetched that, if it’s not some cherry picked utterances by the court reporter, what goes on with my family is none of your fucking business
  
• look at the twat talking shit about me. and ask yourself some basic questions:
  – has the person talking shit got fuck all to do with me?
  – have they ever had a conversation with me? like …. ever?
  – where did they get the tale they’re telling from? if the answer is either “i heard” or it was something written in the newspaper, i think you should throw a dash of salt over your shoulder and one bomb the cunt
  – is there any reason why the person talking shit about me – or their friends – would be speaking about me? especially now since i can guarantee not one of them have even spent a minute
  – could it be possible that the person who is talking to you about me is a sad twat projecting their lack of self-confidence onto me?
• is it just a co-incidence that what some prick writes about me in the paper is so selective that the syntax of what they are saying is completely void from all the inconvenient bits that they had to cut out of the story to justify the image that they are trying to project to fit their desperate scraping-for-an-headline?

i’m not going to bullshit you, once upon a time i used to get my opinions from the paper or [whatever social media site] just like you did. that’s before the point where people started to publish lies and in one case perverting the course of justice – i never questioned any malignant rumours or inane gossip, with the kind of considerations i’ve just put in nice bullet points for you

so the moral of the story is, if you’re some sad wanker who needs to retreat to the back room where i can’t hear you and have a little gossip with the people who work at the place i need to go to on a regular basis – a know it all that knows fuck all – try and be nicer to people, it might not help me at all but at least you will give all the other people you slag me off to a break. or failing that try shutting the fuck up permanently. if you need assistance in doing this i will be sure to help you as much as i can

you don’t know my story. you think you do because your mates found some funny things to laugh at me about. and i’m not paranoid when it’s actually happened once and i can see it starting to happen again, one miserable twat at a time

i’ve got a news flash for you that none of them are going to tell you to your face [as they never do with me] nobody likes it when you do that. you’re making people question whether or not they can trust you. that old chestnut goes in this instance too – if they’re slagging me off [a person they have never had a conversation with, never listened to, never tried to get me to listen] when they have fuck all to do with me, just think what they’re saying about you behind your back

i’m trying to do right. i could go back to doing wrong and then everywhere i go will be a nightmare. stop fucking listening to dick heads who need to skulk away and have a mumble about me. you are the key to their objective. if you take what they say about me at face value without actually looking at me at all [it’s easier to judge and talk shit about someone if they know you haven’t actually done anything wrong] then it doesn’t make me the idiot, it makes you the idiot. and when i’ve literally not chilled with anyone for a very long time, trust me nobody is close enough in my life to even get their facts right

yeah they might be slagging me off to bond with you, it’s a classic bonding tactic – especially since high school was a part of your life – but they are laughin their way to the bank because they bet that you’re too much of a moron to question what is being said and why … and they’re usually telling you because they consider you to be a big enough mouth piece to reiterate what they said to as many people who will listen

all i’ve ever wanted is for that one asshole [there’s always one everywhere you go, it’s unavoidable] to fuck off and go make things up about me to someone else. and you can tell that they’re full of shit because they have somehow got you reading my blog but do you see any replies on it? no, because it’s an opportunist [usually trying to get in bed with someone who doesn’t mind me, as has been my experience over time] and they only tell you because they think you’re going to spread whatever bollox it is this time to everyone else

it doesn’t really bother me, but don’t be offended when i say or do something back – even though having said that it’s not stopped some remedial children saying i’m a keyboard warrior, but at the same time conveniently ignorant of the fact that i haven’t got any “social” media scrolling accounts – and i’m currently at war with no one.

“think about it …”

wanker