I just read this and was like.... damn. She serious.
God Damn, You Love Me. Some people consider me a bitch. Don’t like that? Leave. I don’t need you anyway. I have enough people desperately seeking my attention. Oh, but my massive popularity is no accident. I studied social psychology and human behavior for years to alter my personality and become a master of social manipulation and human interaction. Now I’m the chick everybody tries to impress and wants to be seen with. I have legions of friends wherever I go. People give me practically whatever I please and it’s all so easy for me. Half of the time, I don’t even have anything valuable to say, but people still just can’t get enough of me. And while jealous losers think I’m a bitch, everyone else thinks I’m the greatest thing in the world – and they’re right, I am. You already know me: - I’m that slacker at work who gets promoted over your hard working ass - I’m the loudmouth who talks over your best comments with useless crap to cheers of admiration - I’m that bitch who’s out having a good time while you sit around thinking about ‘how great your future will be’ And then there’s you.. I see you watching me thinking to yourself: “you just wait and see who I become”. It’s the only way you can justify your lonely, wasted existence. But deep down you already know what you’ll become: the same sad, irrelevant person you are right now. While you’re living in fantasy land, I’m milking the real world for everything it offers: popularity, admiration, endless friends, sex, and success. But you don’t want that anyway, right? Lie to yourself. Let me guess: what you’re going through is just temporary? Once you get that “job”, that “degree”, or find that “special someone” everything will change? Twenty years from now you’ll be looking at everyone and thinking the exact same thing. It’s the same thing that poor, bearded guy on the back of the bus is thinking. Don’t believe me? Go talk to him and see for yourself. If you don’t change right now, you’ll become just like that guy on the bus. You’ll soon look into the mirror and realize you’re old and your dreams have passed you by. Instead of dreaming about your future, you’ll dream of getting back the youth that you’re wasting away right now. The only way to prevent this is to change who you are and how you naturally interact with other people.
A man went to a barbershop to have his hair cut and his beard trimmed. As the barber began to work, they began to have a good conversation. They talked about so many things and various subjects. They eventually touched on the subject of God.
Barber:I don't believe that God exists.
Customer:Why do you say that?
Barber:Well, you just have to go out in the street to realize that God doesn’t exist. Tell me, if God exists, would there be so many sick people? Would there be abandoned children? If God existed, there would be neither suffering nor pain. I can’t imagine a loving God who would allow all of these things.
The customer thought for a moment, but didn’t respond because he didn’t want to start an argument. The barber finished his job and the customer left the shop. Just after he left the barbershop, he saw a man in the street with long, stringy, dirty hair and an untrimmed beard. The customer turned back and entered the barber shop again.
Customer:You know what? Barbers don't exist.
Barber:How can you say that? I am here. I am a barber, and I just worked on you!
Customer:No! Barbers don’t exist because if they did, there would be no people with dirty long hair and untrimmed beards, like that man outside.
Barber:Ah, but barbers DO exist! That’s what happens when people do not come to me.
Customer:Exactly! That’s the point! God, too, DOES exist! That’s what happens when people do not go to Him and don’t look to Him for help. That’s why there’s so much pain and suffering in the world.
I don’t get scared much but the scariest moment of my life happened this weekend in Miami when they shot up the strip and the girl literally one step behind me got shot in the arm. And I realized that if it was me… I would’ve been my chest.