Stupid Bob Normals and cowboy wannabees.
I bet you lot wil think this post is TOTALLY different.
I’m a boy, and yet, I have trouble relating to alot of other guys because of the way society tries to shove its crap up my butt about “how a dude should act or be”.
What ever happened to America the free???
Ok, first of all, I find sports on telly very boring,
this is one thing that these dudes will bash me about,
“What?!?! You don’t like FOOTBALL??!”
Heck no I don’t like football it bores the shint
out of me. I like Rugrats, Teletubbies,
Katie and Orbie, Rolie Polie Olie,
New adventures of Winnie
the Pooh, and PB & J Otter.
Number two:
I love cats. Ya hear that? I LOVE MY KITTYPUSS!!!
And I’m dang proud of it too. He is my best little fuzzy
frend for when I’m alone and have no one to play with,
for when I’m alone and sad, or for when I want to
play. I do not hate dogs, but I just do not want one,
what is so wrong with a boy having a pet kittypuss
and loveing him too?
Number three:
I hate beer, it makes me puke in the toistybowl.
I like apple juice, chocolate milk, koolaid,
Coke, Pepsi, dr pepper, etc,
what is so wrong with that I ask?
Number four:
One time, I was riding my bike and fell off and
dashed the hell out of both knees with such road
rash that I bled all down my shins and it stinking
HURT! Yes I cried very loudly, I don’t care
what people think about that, but what
law is there that says just because I am a boy
that I somehow am supposed to have this magic
potion with me that instantly suppresses all
pain that I never can seem to find?
Is that what all the other boys use?
How the hell do they fall, break all their
ribs, both shins, and lacerate their faces
and not ever wince, what the heck are
they taking?
What I want to wear:
I wear Winnie the Pooh and Tigger and
Chuckie from Rugrats on all my shirts
because it makes me happy, why can’t
a boy my age (30) wear these things
if they make them my size in the first
place, K-Mart does not tell me I can’t
buy them.
I hate society sometimes, these stupid little
idiotic “rules” that say that boys can’t have
feelings or have good clean old fashioned
fun, or anything, I have to be this
hard-butt, no-feeling, stone statue,
and I can’t be that way.
Sorry for the rant, just had to let my
feelings out, which society seems to
not want me to have in the first place.