To know me is to know I like animals more than people on a large scale. Of course I have people I consider friends and care about. But the rest of the world is on their own. So I don’t want to hear your BS stories or sick jokes about animal deaths, hunting, etc. And you can pity and whine about the people that commit suicide because they were bullied or blah blah blah and my response is chicken shit cop out. The end. There IS always another solution and if you didn’t chose it – that’s your choice. But I know I’m heartless like that.
But the headlines I see for stories I refuse to read anymore and the emails I receive (from the animal rights groups who it deliberately for shock value) upset me beyond belief. I won’t repeat them here as they sicken me, other than to say tonight my husband texts me right as I’m getting ready for bed (he’s out of town, not texting me from the next room) about a story that I hadn’t heard yet – thanks. I turn on the TV to watch Big Bang Theory to make me laugh before bed so I feel better and as the TV is turning on, it’s a news commercial break with the headline/story that he just texted me. Great. Why do you do that? Do you not know me??
I have woken up for the past week every single night due to a headline in a tweet that I saw, that I didn’t even click on, and have no details about the story other than the headline was so damn horrific it made me cry. So I’m tired. But can’t get the picture out of my head…every single night…right around 3am…and then 4am..and so on.
And the sports news, who I turn to for relief from the real world of crap news, just can’t say enough about the greatness of Michael Vick. Fuck Michael Vick. I hope he gets hit by a bus. Clear enough for ya?
I want my own island. With no news. No people. No reason to make me cry.
Sorry for my rant and foul language…but it is my blog…and I’m sad and tired. And sometimes it helps to talk about stuff…and if not talk, then write. I doubt it will help me sleep or forget this time. But I’ve tried.
