Fuck You

I'm sorry if blogs are supposed to be all happy and lovey-dovey, but mine won't be. You see, I'm not really doing this blog for anyone but myself. Writing is how I vent my frustration, and I haven't had a sufficient outlet since I graduated high school and can no longer be on the Matador Capers, which was my Alma Mater's rag. I say 'was' because they obliterated it this year and probably next. You bastards. I digress, if you are reading this please stop. It will undoubtedly put you in a bad mood. On second thought, I don't care, have a shitty day, but don't say I didn't warn you.

My blog's colors are the hardest to read out of the two that I looked at before I carried on. I hope it was the hardest to read out of all of the choices, but alas, I was too lazy to look through all 8 of the choices. If you can't tell by now, it's not subliminal, fuck off. No, seriously.

Optimism really pisses me off, because if you are happy with the world, your face is obviously at least 8 inches up your rectum. Jesus Christ. I walk around all the damn time and see happy people. Sure, the majority are unhappy on the inside, but look around universe! I go to the mall and every last mother fucker is smiling, save the dude who just got dumped as Ms. Fields.

A month ago I got some insight into the mind of one of these optimists. I was browsing Facebook, looking at my buddies status updates when a particular one caught my eye. It was some inspirational little saying, I forgot what it said, but I commented on it, poking fun at it. Now, if you know me as a Facebook friend, I tend to do this a lot with whatever you post. Instead he replied back to me with some taunting little statement that my retort 'didn't make sense'. Of course, this user didn't know that I had no life and was willing to antagonize him until he admitted my joke was funny or at least made sense. I continued to egg him on while realizing that he was extremely defensive about this little saying.

A third party got involved, apparently one of his old high school teachers, with some harsh words towards me, poorly written. I replied of course, by telling her to learn how to fucking speak english and to get a life and stop being such a busybody. Long story short, a shitstorm of comments ensued, causing the original poster to walk away very butthurt.

It bothered me for days. Why would someone get so upset over a little joke about their Facebook status? Then it hit me. I wasn't insulting his Facebook status, I was attacking his way of life. Those who cling to fabricated happiness to cover up some sort of abyss inside of them need these inspirational statements to survive. They cannot depend on intelligence, realism, or education. What they need is a bumper sticker. And I would like to say that's fine, but it's not.

People need to wake the fuck up and realize that life sucks. The sooner they come to this realization, the sooner they can start living in reality. And the purpose of this blog is to do just that. Let's awaken out of our little dream world of chocolate bunny rabbits and clouds made out of marshmallows. Look at the world for what it is, every man for himself in a race to make money and pop out a next generation. Can't say I didn't warn you.

Have a nice day,

Bryce Avalos