People freak me the fuck out.
Not all people mind you – but most people. Typically the artsy, eco-friendly people that consider themselves hip parental types with strange-looking toddlers wearing hats that are the missing part of some weird animal costume. Freaky.
People who think Andy Warhol was an artist of the highest caliber. I don’t know much about art but I know that boxes of detergent ain’t it. No matter how you stack them, it is just detergent. Even if it was art – the artist would be the detergent ad people that designed the box. Also .. collage is not an art form. Any 3 years with a pair of safety scissors and a tub of Elmer can do that shit. Get over yourself.
Strange people I get — people who don’t follow some trend just b’cuz I can totally relate to. But people who are on the bandwagon of “insert wagon worthy activity here” be it environment, trendy kid stuffs, anything Oprah says or does, and other typical sheeple behavior bugs me. Follow your own drummer, beat a new path, he’ll beat the drummer. Who says because you are pushing 40 you have to stop everything and have a couple of kids, who made the rule that says I have to explain my tattoos to you, and I certainly did not get the memo that my doing what makes me happy was a slap in the face to all of the miserable fucks. But secretly just knowing that people disapprove only makes me want to do crazy shit even more. = )
So yeah I have a lot of tattoos, no I didn’t get them for anyone or the extra attention I got them because I wanted them and it is who I am. I have pink hair for the same reason. I love pink. I can paint my nails any damned color I want to. Yuppies and pretentious “GREEN” people piss me off. Andy Warhol was a hack with a pretty girl, a video camera and too much free time. People who dress their kids up with dog hats and kitten mittens should be forced to wear the same silly shit. Because deep down that kid could be hating every second of it and suffering for your amusement.
*shakes head*