Today started off pretty normally actually, well except for being sick. Trying to get over a sinus infection. Or at least I think it's a sinus infection. Truthfully I don't know what it is. Anyway, woke up and went downstairs and munched on some donuts before getting in the shower. After that I proceeded to browse online as I am normally wont to do after a shower. After that I decided to go to Albertsons to use the Redbox and rent a couple flicks to keep me busy. Grabbed "Splice" and "Winter's Bone". Watched "Splice" earlier and it was a gigantic waste of time and money. No surprise, I seriously would have been better off renting the "A Nightmare on Elm Street" remake or "The Girl Who Played With Fire" but for some reason I didn't. But this isn't a place for me to review movies.
Anyway, one of the things that really bothered me today was the fact that I'm not a big fan of solicitation outside of the places I wanna shop at. Yes, that even includes those Girl Scouts and their damn cookies!! My reasoning for this is, I don't like to be bothered when I'm out and about, I like to just get in, get out and get on with life and here they are stopping me to ask if I'm registered to vote, or if I have any spare change to donate to this charity or if I have a wire hanger (yes I actually got asked this the other night, not sure what the lady needed it for but it was fucking weird). Now, before you go off on a rampage and say that I'm a douchebag or a prick, hear me out. Most of us don't have a lot of money these days and those of us who do, don't live in the particular city that I live in. To put it bluntly, I live in a ghetto ass city. Anyway, back to the solicitors. Whenever I get asked for money or something it almost always makes me feel like crap, because if I did have tons of money, I would be more than happy to give them a buck or two to help them out. But I'm barely making minimum wage in a job that I fucking loathe with a passion, and I'm trying to save up for shit. It makes me feel crappier too when they see me walking out with bags in my hand and I tell them I don't have anything to offer. I feel like as I'm walking back to my car that their eyes are burning holes into my back and that they're looking at me in a bad way. I kinda care about what certain people think of me, particularly the good people out there. I couldn't give two shits what Joe Schmoe and his dumb blonde hoe think. I'm getting off track here anyway, I don't like solicitors at any place that I go to so I normally have to go out of my way to avoid them, like today I had to park on the complete opposite side of the store from where the Redbox was.
I'm probably a misanthrope. I need to look into that.
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