We, as humans, are funny animals.

So many of us tend to be so quick to play the role of the persecuted victim, and play the role of someone who by all rights, is hard done by, and deserves sympathy, pity, and attention. It's so easy to play this part, seeking the approval of others, looking for a pat on the back, a shoulder to cry on, a willing ear to bend.

And some people play it as frequently as they breathe. I accept that things are tough, but why do some people fucking insist on having others drag them the fuck up every single time they feel down?

You may wonder what sparked this, and it's simple. Someone I work with, who, chances are, will never stumble across this blog, was ranting on about men being "all the fucking same.", and so on and so forth. Sure, fine, I wouldn't like to be female, and have to attempt to date my gender, but when I catch you cheating on your fucking husband, you stupid wench, you're a fine fucking one to talk. If you ever read this, I expect you'll know who you are, but I doubt you're sharp enough to ever stumble across something like this.