Being Grateful

I'm not rich. I'm not upper class, or snotty, or anything like that. When I receive something nice, I make sure to say "Thank you." I'm patient when I go out to eat, regardless of how long it takes for me to get my food. I always smile, I'm always cheerful, and I try to make people's interactions with me as easy as possible when I'm at work (even if there a Colts fan.... well, sometimes.)

And the thing that's ironic about it: I'm spoiled. Not on purpose, mind you. My girlfriend spoils me. I don't deserve it, not at all. Sure, it's nice getting fun presents that you don't expect, but still, it's weird for me. I wasn't spoiled as a kid. When I got my Golf on in September of 2002, I cried. I couldn't remember a time that I was ever that happy about getting a present. Not even my Playstation 2.

But maybe when I got Grand Theft Auto III, the video game that changed my life.


Digression....

I just wish people were a little more grateful about things. Example: earlier tonight at work, some uber dyke with a stupid zit-covered face and retarded snow boots comes downstairs flailing like an asshat. She walks up to my desk, exclaiming "Hey dude.... I need a laptop."

I get up, smile and ask, "Would you like a PC or Mac?"

"I don't give a shit. Whatever is fastest, just don't give me one of your old crappy ones."

"Okay...."

So I walk into the back, hoping I'm forced to give her an old piece of shit. I'm thinking to myself What a fucking ungrateful bitch. Christ, you could be in a fucking wheelchair, or retarded. You could not have one of your legs, or have cancer, or be in jail. Or in overseas shoved in a fucking Hummer in 100 degree weather fighting for something you don't even believe in. You're sitting here.... bickering about being able to log onto a computer in three minutes instead of four. Jesus Christ, you miserable wench.

I just can't stand that kind of shit. Like when people come down here and bitch about not being able to check out a black, more "modern" looking pair of headphones as opposed to the brown "Studio 54" replica most people get to use. What is this, a fucking fashion show? They're headphones people. Not a God damn Gucci accessory.

Or when stupid bratty kids scream at their parents because they won't buy them a new toy. I want to run up to them, elbow them right in the throat and body slam them right into a garbage disposal.

I just hate materialism. Sure, people have to buy things in order to be happy, but doesn't anything free make you happy? Like laughing or taking a nap, or a huge shit? Or hugging a family member. Think of it this way, you could be damned to watch The Cure for Insomnia for the rest of your life, a movie that's nothing more then poet L.D. Groban reading his piece of crap poem sharing the same title, occasionally spliced with music videos and uncircumcised boners.

People are worthless.