Anger, This Stupid State, and My Cool-Ass Keyboard

It's pretty ridiculous how many people in my world wanna tell me what to do, and I'm fucking tired of it.

Yeah, I should probably let it go, but it digs in and doesn't seem to let me go.

This morning, I'm at 7-11.  Standing in line, there is only one person working the counter.  So I'm standing in the one and only open line.  As the line grows behind me, I watch as another employee makes his way to the other register.  As he's opening up the register to get ready to help people, the one person in front of me is wrapping up her transaction.  It's obvious to me that I could either stay where I am, or go to the other line, and either way things would be accomplished at the same time.  So the Other Line guy opens his drawer for business and dutifully yells out, "I can help the next person in line."  I don't move, because I'm about to advance to the person originally at the counter.

But the fucking bitch behind me taps my shoulder with a bony bitch finger.  "Sir," she insistently says, "he can help the next person in line.  That's you."  Don't fucking tell me who is next in line, whore!  YOU go over there!  THAT'S how life works!  The next one in line would be YOU because I'm about to reach my destination.

So instead of saying any of that...
Instead of staying where I am...
Instead of doing what I know to be the THING to do...

I FUCKING MOVED TO THE OTHER LINE!!

WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH **ME** AT THIS POINT???

Well, I hurried up with my 7-11 sale, making sure to take as little time as possible so that I could beat that Fucking Bitch out the door (all of this is taking place at 5:45 am, mind you, so there's a definite element to everyone's attitude of "fuck you, it's too fucking early for life."), and as I approach the door, I see some Good Ol' Boy approaching the door from the outside.  He's wearing hunting camo in the city, and it's too clean to ever have been used hunting for anything other than Budweiser in a bucket of ice, and that's how I know he's attracted to his mother's cows sexually.  I stand aside so that he can come inside, out of the freezing, freezing early morning air.  And bitch fucking pulls the door open, steps aside, and says, "Come on, buddy," in a drawl drenched in his brother's freshly produced semen.  This, again, isn't how it works!  "But they're just being polite," you tell me.  First off, why the fuck are you arguing with me??  You weren't there and you don't know!  Secondly, building off your already-established ignorance of the situation, why are you taking THE OTHER PERSON'S SIDE AGAINST ME??  And third, when it's as cold outside as it was, it's important to get people INSIDE BEOFRE THEY GO OUTSIDE.  Even if it's NOT freezing cold, you let people come inside before you let them go outside.  EVERYBODY KNOWS THAT!!

What is fucking wrong with this state and it's people who incapacitate themselves and those around them with their displays of phony congeniality and politeness??!!  It's bullshit!  YOU take care of YOU, and I will take care of ME!  It's like all the people who have obviously arrived at the 4-way-stop intersection before me, but they INSIST on waving me onward before them.  "Go ahead of me," they wave emphatically, like I'M the one who's holding up the world because I'm waiting for them to go first.  I've even run in to people who DO NOT HAVE A STOP SIGN AT THEIR INTERSECTION, yet they FUCKING STOP IN THE MIDDLE OF TRAFFIC TO WAVE ME AHEAD!!  ME, THE GUY WITH THE STOP SIGN, HAS THE RIGHT-OF-WAY IN THIS JACKASS' OPINION, AND HE'S WILLING TO FUCK EVERYTHING UP IN ORDER TO TELL ME WHAT TO DO, EVEN THOUGH HE'S FUCKING WRONGER THAN WRONG!!!  WHAT IS UP WITH THAT?!?!?!?!  I DON'T HAVE BIG ENOUGH CAPSLOCK LETTERS TO EXPRESS MY FURY AT THESE FUCKING CUNTS!!

And what's really, REALLY silly, is that I've let all of this ridiculousness get to me for any amount of time.  AND it's stayed with me through my commute, AND persisted through the majority of my day.

It is possible that I'm just bitching in order to use my new wireless keyboard that I got to allow me to write again.

I've missed writing.  Even the bitching part of my writing.

And the people in this state are backwards and make the world a worse place because they're alive.

And my keyboard is pretty awesome.
It changes color.