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I don't anger easily.
Okay, so I joined a group that was literally called, "World Peace", or something to that matter. I join and make ONE comment on a topic.
She had said that America during WWII was one of the best types of people there are and I calmly pointed out that America actually had internment camps for the Japanese, which was A LOT like the concentration camps in Europe.
Her response:
"WHO THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE! THEY WERE NOTHING LIKE THAT! YOU KNOW WHAT YOU ARE! A SELF-HATING AMERICAN AND I HATE NOTHING MORE THAN PEOPLE WHO HATE THEMSELVES!"
My response: "Talking in caps doesn't make you seem smarter. It's a known fact that we had internment camps."
Her: "THEY WERE NOTHING LIKE IT! HOW OLD ARE YOU!?!?"
Me: "People were taken from homes and their stuff was sold or given away. It's kind of the same. 17."
Her: "Well, that explains a lot. You're just a fucking idiot. Talk to me when you grow up, little child."
Me: "Um, I knew something you didn't. Don't call me a child. I'm not dumb."
Her: "Don't even talk to me."
Me: "I tried to be polite and calmly debate this with you."
Her: "I SAID STOP FUCKING TALKING TO ME, YOU SELF-DEPRECIATING AMERICAN!"
Me: "You know what. I wanted to like this group, but if they let rude, inconsiderate people on here who won't even listen, I'M OUT OF HERE!
Oh, and BTW, you spelt "deprecating" wrong.
*left*
GOD, I WAS SO PISSED AT HER! That was a terrible way to leave.
Oh, the posts were a LOT fucking longer, but I decided to spare you all the torture of reading her posts which were almost ALL in capitals and terribly mispelt. The mod couldn't even calm her down and all she was doing was insulting me, not even TRYING to argue her point. OH! And the real kicker: SHE WAS OLDER THAN ME AND IN COLLEGE FOR A WHILE ALREADY! A GROWN WOMAN SHOULD KNOW BETTER THAN TO ARGUE WITH INSULTS!
So I left with a snarky farewell.
AND THEN KAT CAME ON THERE AND RIPPED HER A NEW ONE WITH FACTS!
Because Kat is fucking awesome! :D
Love ya!
Wow, I can't believe somebody tried to argue with you, even when they were clearly wrong. Looks like she didn't have the lady-balls to admit her mistake. I hate it when people, instead of just nodding their head and saying, "Huh, my bad" have to go off on people, who were never judging them in the first place. Oh, and by the way, in my eyes, you kicked her butt argument-wise. Of course though, she didn't even have an argument, just blind and stupid accusations.

I think he deleted the group too.
I find it ironic how the group's name was "World Peace" and yet there's this girl screaming at you and insulting you, even though you never said anything derogatory to her. It's just so immature.
I like how you corrected her spelling though! Hero XD
I like how you corrected her spelling though! Hero XD

It was me correcting her spelling and shouting PEACE OUT or GOODBYE or something.
The mod later messaged me why I left even though he joined in the conversation telling her to calm down. :P
And he still asked you why you left? Wow. Interesting.
That's when I would just give them the -_- and then ignore them.
That's when I would just give them the -_- and then ignore them.
Jesus, that mod sounds bat-shit crazy. If I had been partaking in that thread, I'd have thrown this in there:


I don't anger easily.
Okay, so I joined a group..."
You are 17? Wow. I thought you older.

I don't anger easily.
..."
SEE! I'm not the only one who overestimates age!
I thought "CharlieGale" was in her twenties because of the way she talked on here...
Needless to say, I overshot a bit. :P


There are too many to count. Even just posting "Hello!" I mean really. They are talking on the chat thread then I post "..."
n_n
murder...

I don't anger easily.
Okay, so I joined a group..."
I meet people like that all the time on goodreads... just saying... I somehow seem to find all the morons... n_n
The morons piss me off. There's one guy on goodreads that I cannot stand, he's an insufferable prick and WAY full of himself. He-who-shall-not-be-named.

Wherever I go to a new group or new discussion, I find morons... who all feel like arguing with me... and I have to politely tell them why they are wrong...
... oh and then I apologize even though I didn't really do anything wrong, but I just don't like when people think I am a rude jerk... and then I make friends with them on goodreads... at least 50% of the time...
You don't come across as rude to me... Just sarcastic, due to a lack of smily faces or XD faces. But it's part of your text-personality. Never change.

The only problem is usually can't help but grin afterwords...
Unless I am like really into being a "character",
Then of course I can stop myself from smiling.

And then Abbey Fritts slapped my ears from behind and I literally tackled her and started hitting her. She just laughed but I was so close to breaking and just punching her out. I guess this is my way of escaping from my evil thoughts. After my 'friendly' fight I went to the bathroom, and began to slowly calm down. And when I came back out, she was right there. Doing her makeup. And then Jonathan was messing with me.
I hate these classes that I am in; its full of people who do drugs, have failed, and are completely un-smart. I got a four on a PRE-essay, and everyone got 2's..
All I ask , is to be left alone. Once your left alone as long as I have been, its a constant need.
I understand how it feels to have friends who mess with you. Every time ONE OF MY FRIENDS (who shall remain nameless -_- ) gets bored, she either:
a.) Tries to tickle me
b.) Licks my freaking face
c.) Grabs places they know I don't like to be grabbed. (Eg. my arms, my stomach)
d.) Slaps me in the face.
I don't feel like I deserve these things.
a.) Tries to tickle me
b.) Licks my freaking face
c.) Grabs places they know I don't like to be grabbed. (Eg. my arms, my stomach)
d.) Slaps me in the face.
I don't feel like I deserve these things.

Like if I'm...
or
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Pretty much sums it up.
I understand why that could be useful at times, but the thing is, I almost never get emotional like that around other people. Plus, I'm usually nothing but nice to my friends, I don't see why any of them would slap me, much less one I spend the most time helping...


This really obnoxious girl named Kayla really likes to piss me off because I ignored her when she was acting really bitchy, and it was my elective. Seriously? I chose this class I could learn something, not to hear you insult people and text.
So later, she deicided to annoy me by following me around and asking perwonal questions 3 inches behind my back, with her head over my shoulder. I couldn't lose her, so I said: Go away, creepy stalker! She pushed me and called me a bitch. So with minor adreniline, I swung my water bottle at her head.
And thats just one incident from one person.

You sound like me! I don't know why little things piss me off so easily, but there are some people I just hate, sometimes just because they rub me the wrong way.
The thing I hate most is ignorance.
The thing I hate most is ignorance.

And then you say you will write me up? Why? Bitch, I left because if I would have stayed any longer I would have said some ... Things. And when I leave you call my class and me crazy? Way to talk about me behind my back, fucking old hag. Calling me ugly? Lose your mask of makeup and you might have some room to talk, oh and lose some weight you three hundred pound horse.
I'm already insecure enough as it is, and now I'm practically anorexic because I can't get anything down, because I have a very small appetite and hell I might as well go anorexic. Thanks a lot.

We got back to the class after lunch and she stares at me. "You, do you need to leave?" I look up. "Me?" "Yes you, you keep talking." And I just bit my lip and looked back down.
Jonathan gave me some candy and I ate it and ended up getting hyper so what I did was pull up my legs and laugh at Jonathan's jokes that he whispered to me behind me. And she goes. "I'm writing you a step!" I was confused and asked "Why?" She narrowed her drawn on eyebrows "Because you keep talking!" I can't let a lie stay on me like that. "I wasn't, Jonathan was talking to me.." She rolled her eyes and made me move to the back of the room. I took my time, obviously having a bad day already. And she snatches up the book and growls "I already collected these!" I bite my lip yet again.
And as she walks she says. "You know it's not Halloween right?" I broke. I couldn't stay with her any longer. I slam my book on the ground and push my desk back. She says 'I'm going to write you a refferal.' Me with my face red grab my stuff and storm out of the room to the room across the hall, we are supposed to go if we get in trouble.
As I enter the teacher is like: why is she sending out such nice people?
That is probably what calmed me down. But I swear. I was about to slap her. And I have a very short temper and I will admit when I get angry I have very bad anger issues.
Woooowwwww, she sounds like a bucket-full of sunshine. You're so nice Angel! How could anybody dislike you? Well, she obviously has gone senile, I wouldn't let it get to you. Maybe she was having a bad too. Maybe her whole year has been like a bad day- but that doesn't mean she should take it out on you. Just shake it off. She's your teacher, unfortunately, there's not much you can do to keep her from bossing you around and whatnot.
Still, I would have wanted to tell her off right there. I become strangely calm and sarcastic at times, and I smile at people while speaking in kind of a condescending voice. Totally insults them and throws them off guard. You have to be able to come up with quick answers if you're going to do that though.
Still, I would have wanted to tell her off right there. I become strangely calm and sarcastic at times, and I smile at people while speaking in kind of a condescending voice. Totally insults them and throws them off guard. You have to be able to come up with quick answers if you're going to do that though.

ALRIGHTY, there is something that has just been pissing me off lately.
So, my dad worked on a photo shoot for this band called Satellite. Maybe you've heard of them, their song "Say The Words" was pretty popular for awhile. Or at least I recognized it when I heard it. Anywho, so they wanted to make a video for it, which requires a video treatment. A "treatment" is basically like a screenplay for a video. You write what the people in it are doing, what's going on with the cameras, all the stuff. So, when my father asked me if I'd like to write a treatment for their music video, since he knows I'm a pretty good writer, I was ECSTATIC!
The only problem was, I had no idea what to do, and how to write a good treatment. I really liked the song though, so I kept listening to it, not only because I enjoyed hearing it, but also because I was hoping an idea for a music video would just pop up. Then, one night as I was laying in my bed, listening to the song as I was trying to fall asleep, suddenly I was able to picture everything! I immediately shot out of bed, listened to the song a billion times while looking over the lyrics on a compooper (because you have to do that when writing a treatment, just for accuracy, and to get a good idea of how much time you have for a scene) and I wrote up the treatment. Then, I sent it to my dad, and he LOVED it! He said he'd send it in to Satellite right away!
Fucking months later, and they still haven't even read my work. They said that they were just too busy, and that the guy didn't want to read it while he was stressed out with band stuff and everything, because he didn't want to be in a bad mood when he judged the treatment. STILL THOUGH, IT HAS LITERALLY BEEN MONTHS! I spent hours of my sleeping time up until like 2 am ON A SCHOOL NIGHT, putting a lot of work and pride into this thing, and the motherfuckers can't even read the God damned thing?! THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU PEOPLE?!
The sad thing is, I can't even listen to that song anymore. Not only did I play it so many times when I was writing the treatment that I just got sick of it, but it also reminds me of the people who never took the time to read something I was so excited about! I thought something I wrote was actually going to matter to someone who didn't have to like it because they were my friend or family member, but I guess not.
I always do this, it always happens! I get my hopes up, and then everything comes crashing down around me! So many times have I just thought that for once I was catching a fucking break, that some of my writing would somehow be important, but it never happens. I was so excited when I was told my short story would get published to an online magazine, but I guess that just never happened either! THE FUCK?!
So, my dad worked on a photo shoot for this band called Satellite. Maybe you've heard of them, their song "Say The Words" was pretty popular for awhile. Or at least I recognized it when I heard it. Anywho, so they wanted to make a video for it, which requires a video treatment. A "treatment" is basically like a screenplay for a video. You write what the people in it are doing, what's going on with the cameras, all the stuff. So, when my father asked me if I'd like to write a treatment for their music video, since he knows I'm a pretty good writer, I was ECSTATIC!
The only problem was, I had no idea what to do, and how to write a good treatment. I really liked the song though, so I kept listening to it, not only because I enjoyed hearing it, but also because I was hoping an idea for a music video would just pop up. Then, one night as I was laying in my bed, listening to the song as I was trying to fall asleep, suddenly I was able to picture everything! I immediately shot out of bed, listened to the song a billion times while looking over the lyrics on a compooper (because you have to do that when writing a treatment, just for accuracy, and to get a good idea of how much time you have for a scene) and I wrote up the treatment. Then, I sent it to my dad, and he LOVED it! He said he'd send it in to Satellite right away!
Fucking months later, and they still haven't even read my work. They said that they were just too busy, and that the guy didn't want to read it while he was stressed out with band stuff and everything, because he didn't want to be in a bad mood when he judged the treatment. STILL THOUGH, IT HAS LITERALLY BEEN MONTHS! I spent hours of my sleeping time up until like 2 am ON A SCHOOL NIGHT, putting a lot of work and pride into this thing, and the motherfuckers can't even read the God damned thing?! THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU PEOPLE?!
The sad thing is, I can't even listen to that song anymore. Not only did I play it so many times when I was writing the treatment that I just got sick of it, but it also reminds me of the people who never took the time to read something I was so excited about! I thought something I wrote was actually going to matter to someone who didn't have to like it because they were my friend or family member, but I guess not.
I always do this, it always happens! I get my hopes up, and then everything comes crashing down around me! So many times have I just thought that for once I was catching a fucking break, that some of my writing would somehow be important, but it never happens. I was so excited when I was told my short story would get published to an online magazine, but I guess that just never happened either! THE FUCK?!
It wasn't even a good idea, I realize that now, but they could have at least read it. It was just a mix up of these different characters facing different challenges.
Oh, and they never did read my treatment. They already made the music video for it and everything. Still haven't opened the God damned email.
Oh, and they never did read my treatment. They already made the music video for it and everything. Still haven't opened the God damned email.
Second of all, to the best of my own knowledge, I don't believe anybody has rage-quit as well. I'd like to keep it that way, haha. :)["br"]>["br"]>