Strangers who try to be your mother

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Pure Awsomeness

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If the description in the topic fits you, then go away. You're not my mother. I don't feel like listening to you ask me if I'm tired, or where my gloves are in this cold weather, or why I'm so upset all the time. I barely know you, and at the rate you're going, I don't want to know you. So eat shit and die, motherly strangers.
 
I know what you mean. For example I hate wearing a coat. I rarely wear one, even in winter. So of course strange, nosy people will ask me where my coat is, and I tell them coats are for pussies. That usually shuts them up right away. :thumbsup:
 
I also hate nosey asshats.

I get comments like " why are your jeans ripped at the knee " and i just feel like replying " why have you got a hole in your brain mind your own fucking bussiness im allowed to have a rip at my ass if i like " or just giving them a nice drop kick.
 
yeah they tend to bother me also "why are you setting on your porch in boxers smoking a joint at 5 in the am" Because I fucking can you douche bag. Or "why did you show up to class in your boxers and a wife beater and sandals" cause its hotter then the fucking sun outside and didn't feel that six fucking layers of clothes was needed. Mind your own fucking life and keep your fucking nose out of mine or ill cut it the fuck off your ugly fucking face.

[EDIT] I forgot my favorite "Why do you say fuck so much" Cause I fuckin can you fucking dill hole, It is my givin right to say FUCK YOU FUCKING WORTHLESS FUCK STICK, fucking die and leave the fucking world the fuck alone
 
The worst is when strangers tell me to smile. If I wanted to fucking smile I would already be smiling, fuckhead! I was not put here to make your world more pleasing to look at. :mfinger:
 
Yeah i work at a grocery store, and I have to push carts out in the "cold" if you will. All of the co-workers pester me and say "Y'know we have jackets in the back if your cold....aww look your face is all red are you sure you don't want a company jacket?....We have gloves somewhere around here..."


I dont want a fucking Harris Teeter propaganda windbreaker bitch! I just wanna push carts and kill time until i can go home so stop pestering me!
 
Agh! I want to kill these people!

I also used to talk to some girl, whenever there would be an awkward silence she'd be like "Come on, talk!" Maybe if I fucking had something to say, I'd be talking you dumb fucking wretched abortion!
 
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comon it not that bad :D
 
Been there, delt with that. I think what's even worse is when your Bf's mom is trying to be motherly to you when she wasn't even motherly with her own children. That's what's going on with me right now. It's pathetic; like, you failed with your own children and now you're trying to make up for it with other people's kids. Maybe that's all people are trying to do. That or they're just concerned.
 
I like to wear t-shirts and shorts year round, but I'm a "big man" so the cold really isn't. 50 degrees? Shit that's nice. So when people bother me about it, and they do all the time, I vary. Sometimes I say "I'm too poor to afford a coat" and then cough. That usually shuts them up. Sometimes I say "Wow... you're right!!! It is cold out here!!! Brrrrrrr" and they look at me like I'm crazy. Hey you asked dumbass! Most of the time I say "If I was cold, I'd be wearing more. Why are you so bundled up? Aren't you hot??" that makes most of them smile and then fuck off.

It gets old.
 
I don't like people fussing over me unneccesarily either. But one time, I was on a plane, and this like 80 year old lady was sitting me and she kept asking me if I wanted more juice. That was cool I guess.
 
Right, right. Or one of my favorites: *nails scraping chalkboard* "What 'cha thinkin' about?" 8 times out of 10 the answer would be "Not a whole-hell of a lot." And the the other 2 times, wouldn't it stand to reason, that if I wanted you to know... I would be fuckin' TALKING! Jeez.
 
Agh, the coat thing happens to me all the time. I get crazy looks just because I'm walking around in a T-shirt and jogs when it's like 14 degrees outside. I can go running in a T-shirt and jogs and not really be cold.

I don't give a shit. If I wanted to wear a coat, I would. But I don't. Fucking deal with it and keep your eyeballs in your head before I rip them out.
 
When that happens to me I just stick with "if my Mother doesn't care why should you?" roll my eyes and walk away(i hate it when people roll there eyes at me though...strange.)

I get called a brat or rude but hey, they don't know me what do i care what they think.
 
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