K is for killjoy

Is is slightly hypocritical to complain about negative-assed people in the middle of spending a month bitching about shit that pisses you off? Probably. But I'm doing it anyway.

I can't stand killjoys. While I do love to rant and bitch, I try to see the humourous side of everything, even the negative things. Especially the negative things. My ex hubs is a pessimist which might have been a lot more enjoyable if he had spent more time trying to find the humour in the absurd and the stupid, as opposed to just giving up on humanity altogether and assuming the absolute worst all the time. By all means, get your hate on about the shit that pisses you off, but for fucks sakes, balance it out with some positive, or you're doomed to a life of misery which includes sucking everyone else into your depressing black hole.

I'm pretty sure Buddha said this first because it sounds zen-like

  

Killjoys do just that: they kill your joy, leaving a swath of dead happiness wherever they go. Sure, I hate eleventy billion things and fervently wish clowns would all die a horribly painful death, and when I'm fucking miserable, I wallow and brood and lie facedown on my bathroom floor to contemplate drowning myself in the toilet. Ok, that last part is a lie because I don't care how depressed I get, I will never put my face in  poo-water because that's just fucking disgusting. My point is, everyone has shit that makes them unhappy at times, but being around people who are endlessly negative in a non-funny way utterly sucks

Middle fingers are totally positive in my world. Because giving them gives me joy. See how that works?

Killyjoys get 5 ironic and somewhat hypocritical flaming middle fingers on the Hate-O-Meter. In other news, I'm waiting for the lightening to strike me dead, due to all the hypocrisy