Unbeknownst to many of us, some positive things have begun to creep out of the festering, moldy woodwork that is the sunken ship of a Trump administration.
I’m fine with women not participating, or being against the march. I’m not fine with some women making negative comments about those involved in the march, however.
Apparently none of us work. We’re all entitled brats. We think things are owed to us without working for them. Nobody in the Millennial generation understands what it’s like to be an adult.
I do not like being an alarmist, and what is worse, I do not feel like I am being an alarmist.
His behavior is just alarming.
“I’m never having children.” “I don’t want any kids.” “I’ve just never felt the urge.” These, and many other phrases, are strings of words I have loved to hear over the years.
So, yes. I’m a Holiday Season hating monster, but not for the reasons you might think.
Days that it doesn’t hurt so badly, I still see it. I still feel it like a dull ache in the back of your mind after a night of drinking.
I am not naïve. I understand if you work hard for your money, so hard for the money, it should be yours. Taxation is often considered a form of theft by many citizens and there are justifications for this. However, I am also not an asshole. I don’t need ALL OF MY MONEY.
Nobody is going to love you like a dog. I’m sorry, nobody. Like, not even your husband, wife, boyfriend, girlfriend, parents, even your children. Nobody.