This Is What It Is

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What's wrong with this world? It seems to be taking a dark turn for the worst.

Here's what bothers me.

Submitted: January 26, 2017

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Submitted: January 26, 2017



This Is What It Is

Disclaimer & Warning

Before you continue reading this. The rules are as follows:

1. If you don't like what your reading, you can always clock out but all knowing of our modern society, we like to find a reason to get offended so no doubt you will continue, but it'll be at your own risk. 2. This is entirely opinionated. Deal with it. 3. You will be offended by at least one thing in wondrous bundle of words. 4. Abandon all hope ye who enter here.

This is it, folks

Here we are people. The year of our Lord two thousand and seventeen. The prior year was the curse of the celebrity extinguishments (Lemmy and Alan Rickman. You guys were awesome), that same year where we saw the most disturbing views on human nature. And it keeps getting worse...

Where did it all go wrong? I think about this on a daily basis. I'll always spot something that'll really tangle the wires in the cesspool of depriving humour and musical ideas. I get up and think about something small I saw the day before. It could be someones comment on something, a fucked up driver, or anything I see in my current line of work (which I shan't be going into). Hell, as I write this (currently on my couch in my old Game hoodie and listening to Black Hole Sun by Soundgarden) I can think about one thing that bothered me today.

I was at a Tesco in Guildford for my lunch break. I was aiming to make the perfect mix to my £3 meal deal. As I was looking through the refreshing sugar beverages, four young lads came in and was looking for something to drink. They talked like they had a mouthful of shit. I can tell you they didn't even form full words or total sentences. Of course they just come from some sort of ammature football match. They looked like typical One Direction wannabes. Now, I can normally just ignore it and get on with it, but then one of them knocked over a bottle of my favourite fizzy. Anyone in their decent mind would automatically on instinct pick it up and put it back....ugh, of course THEY didn't. They made it sound like a task that only a man who can play The Star Spangled Banner on a trumpet using his ass lips can do. So they just kicked it to try and hide it. I was not going to let some poor worker there have to pick it up. Not to undermine them or anything, but I just wanted to ruin their fun. So I picked it up. And gave them a look of utter shitkicking disgust. Yeah, go back to your fucking holes, you little bastards. Damn them. Hope they choked on their fucking chicken sandwich.

Okay. Moving on. I’m telling you people now. This isn't going to be pretty. I am now going to dissect every little thing that bothers me in this ball of Internet cables and political correctness we call home. Again, enter at your own risk.

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