I had a huge migraine all day today. There was a woman sitting behind me texting away on her phone as I took the bus. Every time she'd get a response, it'd chime and I got to the point that I actually said something. I asked her if she could turn off the sound on it. "No, I'm not going to turn it off! It's a public bus. If you don't like it, you can move!" She said... I did move, but as I got up, I let her know how ignorant I thought she was. It's not like me to really say anything, but today I really didn't give two sh*ts. Ignorant people need to hear that they are being ignorant sometimes. They just do. Sometimes they need a fat lip or a black eye. Just saying... Sometimes it gets to that point. For certain people. I broke a kid's nose at school once because he was being a bully and I just turned around and let him have it. Of course I got suspended, not him for being a bully and deserving it. So I thought and still think from time to time...
Standing up for one's self is important. I'm not the kind of person that tolerates bullsh*t. All I wanted a ride on the bus without any crap going on. I HATE F*CKING CELL PHONES ON THE BUS!!!!! I don't even have a cell phone. People are so addicted to texting and crap like that. It's really sad that they seem to get a sense of security or sense of identity through having and using a cell phone. If someone calls me and I'm not home, oh well! Nobody needs me 24/7 anymore. I might get one in the future, but until then, I don't see much point having it. The only case would be in an emergency.
Anyway, I was watching a documentary tonight and it brought back memories. Stuff I haven't thought of in a very long time.
It reminded me of the times I was in the hospital. Even after I got out of the hospital. The institutionalization doesn't end there, it only starts there. A lot of them were only in there for a couple of weeks. I was in there for 4 months. Those months may as well have been years for me. If anything, that made someone who already had issues with society have even more issues with society. Same with being in those group homes. Maybe I'll find a documentary about C.A.S... Doubt it because they'd get it banned. They don't want to be seen the way they are.
Standing up for one's self is important. I'm not the kind of person that tolerates bullsh*t. All I wanted a ride on the bus without any crap going on. I HATE F*CKING CELL PHONES ON THE BUS!!!!! I don't even have a cell phone. People are so addicted to texting and crap like that. It's really sad that they seem to get a sense of security or sense of identity through having and using a cell phone. If someone calls me and I'm not home, oh well! Nobody needs me 24/7 anymore. I might get one in the future, but until then, I don't see much point having it. The only case would be in an emergency.
Anyway, I was watching a documentary tonight and it brought back memories. Stuff I haven't thought of in a very long time.
Sick: A Documentary
It reminded me of the times I was in the hospital. Even after I got out of the hospital. The institutionalization doesn't end there, it only starts there. A lot of them were only in there for a couple of weeks. I was in there for 4 months. Those months may as well have been years for me. If anything, that made someone who already had issues with society have even more issues with society. Same with being in those group homes. Maybe I'll find a documentary about C.A.S... Doubt it because they'd get it banned. They don't want to be seen the way they are.
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