I've always found it goofy as hell whenever I hear anyone say "x genre/medium/etc. sucks". Nearly 100% of the time, saying "I don't like x thing" is more accurate. As a bonus, it also sounds less dumb. If you say "Rock music sucks!" and one of your primary reasons is some silly shit like "Oh, it sucks because I personally don't like the guitar as an instrument." It comes off like you're just trying to be an asshole.
Yeah, most people who go on about a medium or genre generally don't know what they are talking about and are just being a pompous antagonistic special snowflake. I cannot express how much I've wanted to reply to certain people with comments that nobody cares what they think and it is them who have no value, not what they hate.
I like their news. They are the anti left version of the young turks. The rebel media is basically making fun of and showing the hypocrisy of Social Justice Warriors who have the power and influence to make changes in society.
<Snipped quote by RyoRyoRyoken> Yeah, most people who go on about a medium or genre generally don't know what they are talking about and are just being a pompous antagonistic special snowflake. I cannot express how much I've wanted to reply to certain people with comments that nobody cares what they think and it is them who have no value, not what they hate.
I wouldn't necessarily go as far as to say that they have "no value". I just think that acting like your opinions are facts is silly when you apply it to subjective shit. It cuts both ways, though. There are plenty of people who will shit on you for not liking things, which is just as silly. As much as I personally enjoy goofy shit like "battle shounen", I'm not gonna act like someone's a moron for not liking One Piece or other things in that vein.
There is a special place in hell for people who come into my shop asking for conventional oil after going 5,000+ miles over the recommended 3,000-3,500 mile oil change interval for conventional oils and then pull out a fucking coupon for 10 doll hairs off. You are the motherfuckers who keep me and the people I know from hitting bonus at our shop and either paying the bills and/or feeding their children.
"I only used to pay 30 dollars for an oil change, what happened?" "We discontinued the value oil change at the beginning of this year." "Ugh, I guess I'll go somewhere else, then!" "Bye."
At this point, between my District Manager being a fucking arrogant prick and all the workplace politics about pay and raises and who's been at the shop the longest, I just don't fucking care anymore.
I'm not in the mood for writing a long rant and pour my heart out, so I'll just leave you with some words from Shane Koyczan's "To This Day" to try and describe the situation.
I’m not the only kid Who grew up this way; Surrounded by people who used to say That rhyme about sticks and stones. As if broken bones Hurt more than the names we got called, And we got called them all. So we grew up believing no one Would ever fall in love with us, That we’d be lonely forever, That we’d never meet someone To make us feel like the sun Was something they built for us In their tool shed. So broken heart strings bled the blues As we tried to empty ourselves, So we would feel nothing. Don’t tell me that hurts less than a broken bone. That an ingrown life, Is something surgeons can cut away; That there’s no way for it to metastasize. It does.
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We weren’t the only kids who grew up this way. To this day, Kids are still being called names. The classics were; Hey stupid, Hey spaz. 'Seems like each school has an arsenal of names, Getting updated every year. And if a kid breaks in a school, And no one around chooses to hear, Do they make a sound? Are they just the background noise, Of a soundtrack stuck on repeat, When people say things like kids can be cruel? Every school was a big top circus tent, And the pecking order went: From acrobats to lion tamers, From clowns to carnies. All of these were miles ahead of who we were. We were freaks; Lobster claw boys and bearded ladies, Oddities. Juggling depression and loneliness; playing solitaire, spin the bottle. Trying to kiss the wounded parts of ourselves and heal. But at night, While the others slept, We kept walking the tightrope; It was practice. And yes, Some of us fell,
But I want to tell them, That all of this shit, Is just debris. Leftover when we finally decide to smash all the things we thought we used to be. And if you can’t see anything beautiful about yourself; Get a better mirror. Look a little closer. Stare a little longer. Because there’s something inside you, That made you keep trying, Despite everyone who told you to quit. You built a cast around your broken heart, And signed it yourself. You signed it: “They were wrong”. Because maybe you didn’t belong to a group or a clique, Maybe they decided to pick you last for basketball, or everything, Maybe you used to bring bruises and broken teeth, To show and tell but never told. Because how can you hold your ground, If everyone around you wants to bury you beneath it? You have to believe that they were wrong.
They have to be wrong.
Why else would we still be here? We grew up learning to cheer on the underdog, Because we see ourselves in them. We stem from a root planted in the belief, That we are not what we were called. We are not abandoned cars stalled out and Sitting empty on a highway. And if in some way we are, Don’t worry; We only got out to walk and get gas. We are graduating members from the class of 'Fuck Off, We Made It!'. Not the faded echoes of voices crying out Names will never hurt me.
Of course they did.
But our lives will only ever always continue to be a balancing act, That has less to do with pain, And more to do with beauty.
I don't like being sad. I don't like waking up having good expectations for the day, fully aware that I'll get sad some time during the day. I don't like dragging myself down into the dirt. I don't like me not having a job. I don't like me not having experience enough to get a job. I don't like me not working hard enough to get said experience. I don't lik myself that much.
I feel like I'm overly depressed, even though I'm fully aware I'm not bad, and that I'm doing alright enough,
But...
I feel alone. All my friends don't leave close to me during the summer. And I don't want to intrude those I can contact, because I don't want to be an annoyance. I don't want to be annoying to annyone...but I don't want to be alone. But I do feel like I'm alone...
For over a year now.
One year and ten days I've been alone.
And I hate it.
God fucking damnit, I hate being alone.
I hate liking people who'll like my back the same way.
I hate being surrouned by people I'd like to be with.
And I hate pretending like everything's fine.
Because their not.
Life is shit, I'm drunk, and I'll wake up in the morning thinking I'm an idiot for feeling like this, only to end up in he same circle of hatred and sadness.
When you have a spectacular idea that will make money and make you famous, except you have no idea how to code it. Or anything, for that matter.
If you're serious about it, patent it, talk to a coder and make him sign a legally binding document that states he cannot tell anyone else about it and/or use it for himself, and you might get rich.
If you're serious about it, patent it, talk to a coder and make him sign a legally binding document that states he cannot tell anyone else about it and/or use it for himself, and you might get rich.
Or lose a bunch of money.
Might be worth it though.
Gonna have to get money. Take out a loan, tell them "I got a good idea for the internet and I need money. Don't worry, Buddha told me to do this."
