Dear public,
Please refresh your 3rd grade grammar course because you are effing killing me. It's=it is. No possession there. And your=possession! Add 're if you are telling someone about themselves. You're=you are. My brain is going to explode if you don't get it together. Just because you are on a social networking site doesn't mean you can ignore the rules of proper english. WITHOUT THESE RULES, THE WORLD WOULD DROWN IN ANARCHY, AND I DON'T THINK THAT IS WHAT YOU REALLY WANT, IS IT?
I hate you.
Love, Rachael
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
Sunday, November 8, 2009
Hallow's Evenin'
Dan FINALLY got my pictures to me so now I am blogging about Halloween. It's only been a week, he says, but I say a week is far too long and YOU ARE NOT COMMITTED TO THE CAUSE SO GET OUT OF MY SIGHT.
Halloween was fun. Kind of boring and anti-climactic, but fun. My brother Toddley McTodderson and I threw a small party with some friends.
Other than this guy.
After the party, we decided to go to another house party down the street. Turned out to be kind of a tragic mess, but we had fun taking pictures anyway. WE ALWAYS DO.
The drummer wore a dress.
She has a tail and ill-fitting pants.
There were a lot of awkward indie kids there, all pretending they were too socially inept and shy to dance like anything but a retard having a grand mal seizure. Never understood that. They also thought that they each had the wittiest or most intellectually sound costume of the century. One girl, who was a televsion reporter/Andy Warhol?, got mad at us because APPARENTLY you aren't allowed to dress up as another race or social class. I think she missed the part about it being Halloween.
Not quite the Beatles.
They irritated me with their elitist attitudes (I'm sorry, the Beatles is not an original costume, stop treating everyone like you are the smartest person alive) so we asked them if they were supposed to be the Jonas Brothers. One of the girls literally almost died, and her screaming breakdown was such a surprisingly good reaction, we spent the rest of the night sending strangers over to the them to ask if they were JoBros. They wept and wailed every time.
Like they could pull this off.
After the party, we wanted to go elsewhere, but our only choice was a party at Belmont, which I figured would be full of bros and hos, so Liebhaber and I went home and overate candy and passed out in a sugar coma.
Good times.
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
I Have a Job?
I am going to work here in a few...hours?, but I thought I would procrastinate by blogging about nothing. I really want to write about halloween, but my pictures are on someone else's camera and he is a JERK and won't give them to me in a timely manner, so we will all have to wait until he comes through.
You are still my friend, Booby, even if you are untimely.
So instead I will repost something from facebook from a few months back that I just rediscovered and thought was mildly entertaining. Forgive me if you have already read it, I am lacking the creativity since all I can think about is halloween and how I can't write about it because I don't have pictures.
25 Things Your Dad Knows About Me
Thursday, February 5, 2009 at 1:22pm Edit Note Delete
I feel like a facsimile of a sham, but I'll do anything to ignore homework. If you are tagged, feel free to write one too. So I can read it and further ignore the homework load.
1. I eat more chocolate than anyone you know. I can't go a single day without it. Seriously. Find someone who eats more than me. I dare you.
2. I am addicted to exercise. Helps combat the effects of the chocolate addiction. I need it 6 days a week. If I skip a few days, I start to go real crazy.
3. I have a huge problem with prescription medication. I think it is completely overprescribed and the driving force destroying our health care industry. It masks real illness and makes people sicker. I firmly believe the majority of people don't need it. Not that it doesn't have a place, but I think we need to cut way back. Get off yo meds.
4. Sometimes I wonder if my friends really like me or think I'm just obnoxious and are too afraid to tell me so.
5. I love being naked. Not in a dirty way, I just don't like the restriction of clothes. If it was socially acceptable, I would wear nothing but a pair of panties all day long.
6. Stop thinking about me naked.
7. I've always secretly wanted to be a model. This is vair embarrassing to admit, since it goes against my personal feelings of the treatment of women in society, especially advertising, but there you go. Unfortunately, or fortunately, I like to eat, so I could never be waifey enough to pull it off.
8. I love being stronger than boys. I don't look strong, but I do lift weights and can hold my own. I get so excited when I go to the gym and squat more than the guys next to me. Freaking fabulous.
9. I've always wanted to get in a fight. Especially with someone who is equally matched in strength. I just want to feel the adrenaline of beating the snot out of someone else.
10. I have an overly vivid imagination. I play scenarios out in my head all day long. And half the time, they are way morbid. Like today, walking across campus I imagined a sniper taking people out, and me getting shot in the chest, and dragging myself to liebhaber's class, denying medical aid from helpful students, leaving a mad trail of blood from the WILK to the Benson, just so I could die in his arms. Freaking epic.
11. I talk to myself a lot. See #10.
12. I love dancing more than any other activity. Some of my happiest moments were spent in dark, dirty clubs in Europe.
13. I want to move to Europe, but I'm not sure I have the guts to do it.
14. I have sef-diagnosed OCD. My worst thing I do is I have to make my feet feel even when I walk. If I step on a crack with my right, I have to match it with my left. If I step in grass with my right, I have to step in grass with my left. If I step on a rock with my right heel, I have to step on a similar rock with my left in the same spot on my heel. And I have to do it right away or I get irritated. Walking to school can be embarrassing.
15. I have a very strong testimony of the gospel of Jesus Christ. I think because I usually act like a heathen, people don't realize I actually have faith in my beliefs.
16. I love cats. If I could, I would totally be one. MEOW KITTY MEOWMEOW.
17. I have a strange fascination with manbits. Not in a sexual way, more like curiosity in the name of science. Like, nrbs??? Weird man. I decided that when I get married, my husband isn't allowed to wear pants at home, so I can keep a notebook of my observations.
18. I am in love for the first time ever. It is both the most amazing and most terrible thing I have ever got myself into.
19. I am terrified to be pregnant. Taking a lot of science classes, I think I know too much about it. It’s awful. I’ll pass.
20. However, as much as I’ll deny it, I want to have babies someday. In the distant future. If I can incubate them.
21. I hate winter. I hate cold. I hate snow. I think that the closest you can get to heaven is standing outside in the middle of July in a sundress, close your eyes, open your arms, tilt your head back, and soak up the sun.
22. I have an overly strong sense of self-preservation. I refuse to do anything that could potentially cause me harm. I have never broken a bone. I have never had a cavity. And I wish I was more exciting.
23. I love my super pale skin, I think it’s gorgeous. But if I could be anything else, I would go for the other extreme. I want to be as black as you can get, straight out of the sub-saharan. People with crazy dark skin are just beautiful.
24. I love lingerie. I think it has to do with my dislike of clothing being constrictive. And even though I have no use for it until I’m married, I own multiple pieces. It’s just so pretty!
25. I am both incredibly clumsy and incredibly graceful. Half the time I’m a spaz and fall down a lot, but when I’m in the zone, it’s like poetry in motion. At least that is what I like to think.
EL FIN.
Kitty CatPicture Video of the Day: Free Bird
You are still my friend, Booby, even if you are untimely.
So instead I will repost something from facebook from a few months back that I just rediscovered and thought was mildly entertaining. Forgive me if you have already read it, I am lacking the creativity since all I can think about is halloween and how I can't write about it because I don't have pictures.
25 Things Your Dad Knows About Me
Thursday, February 5, 2009 at 1:22pm Edit Note Delete
I feel like a facsimile of a sham, but I'll do anything to ignore homework. If you are tagged, feel free to write one too. So I can read it and further ignore the homework load.
1. I eat more chocolate than anyone you know. I can't go a single day without it. Seriously. Find someone who eats more than me. I dare you.
2. I am addicted to exercise. Helps combat the effects of the chocolate addiction. I need it 6 days a week. If I skip a few days, I start to go real crazy.
3. I have a huge problem with prescription medication. I think it is completely overprescribed and the driving force destroying our health care industry. It masks real illness and makes people sicker. I firmly believe the majority of people don't need it. Not that it doesn't have a place, but I think we need to cut way back. Get off yo meds.
4. Sometimes I wonder if my friends really like me or think I'm just obnoxious and are too afraid to tell me so.
5. I love being naked. Not in a dirty way, I just don't like the restriction of clothes. If it was socially acceptable, I would wear nothing but a pair of panties all day long.
6. Stop thinking about me naked.
7. I've always secretly wanted to be a model. This is vair embarrassing to admit, since it goes against my personal feelings of the treatment of women in society, especially advertising, but there you go. Unfortunately, or fortunately, I like to eat, so I could never be waifey enough to pull it off.
8. I love being stronger than boys. I don't look strong, but I do lift weights and can hold my own. I get so excited when I go to the gym and squat more than the guys next to me. Freaking fabulous.
9. I've always wanted to get in a fight. Especially with someone who is equally matched in strength. I just want to feel the adrenaline of beating the snot out of someone else.
10. I have an overly vivid imagination. I play scenarios out in my head all day long. And half the time, they are way morbid. Like today, walking across campus I imagined a sniper taking people out, and me getting shot in the chest, and dragging myself to liebhaber's class, denying medical aid from helpful students, leaving a mad trail of blood from the WILK to the Benson, just so I could die in his arms. Freaking epic.
11. I talk to myself a lot. See #10.
12. I love dancing more than any other activity. Some of my happiest moments were spent in dark, dirty clubs in Europe.
13. I want to move to Europe, but I'm not sure I have the guts to do it.
14. I have sef-diagnosed OCD. My worst thing I do is I have to make my feet feel even when I walk. If I step on a crack with my right, I have to match it with my left. If I step in grass with my right, I have to step in grass with my left. If I step on a rock with my right heel, I have to step on a similar rock with my left in the same spot on my heel. And I have to do it right away or I get irritated. Walking to school can be embarrassing.
15. I have a very strong testimony of the gospel of Jesus Christ. I think because I usually act like a heathen, people don't realize I actually have faith in my beliefs.
16. I love cats. If I could, I would totally be one. MEOW KITTY MEOWMEOW.
17. I have a strange fascination with manbits. Not in a sexual way, more like curiosity in the name of science. Like, nrbs??? Weird man. I decided that when I get married, my husband isn't allowed to wear pants at home, so I can keep a notebook of my observations.
18. I am in love for the first time ever. It is both the most amazing and most terrible thing I have ever got myself into.
19. I am terrified to be pregnant. Taking a lot of science classes, I think I know too much about it. It’s awful. I’ll pass.
20. However, as much as I’ll deny it, I want to have babies someday. In the distant future. If I can incubate them.
21. I hate winter. I hate cold. I hate snow. I think that the closest you can get to heaven is standing outside in the middle of July in a sundress, close your eyes, open your arms, tilt your head back, and soak up the sun.
22. I have an overly strong sense of self-preservation. I refuse to do anything that could potentially cause me harm. I have never broken a bone. I have never had a cavity. And I wish I was more exciting.
23. I love my super pale skin, I think it’s gorgeous. But if I could be anything else, I would go for the other extreme. I want to be as black as you can get, straight out of the sub-saharan. People with crazy dark skin are just beautiful.
24. I love lingerie. I think it has to do with my dislike of clothing being constrictive. And even though I have no use for it until I’m married, I own multiple pieces. It’s just so pretty!
25. I am both incredibly clumsy and incredibly graceful. Half the time I’m a spaz and fall down a lot, but when I’m in the zone, it’s like poetry in motion. At least that is what I like to think.
EL FIN.
Kitty Cat
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
Sex Education
My poor little brother has swine flu. It's running rampant in Provo, and I am miraculously immune. Liebhaber had it, and suffice it to say I didn't exactly keep my distance, so I would just like to announce that my immune system is better than yours.
I hope I didn't just curse myself.
I have to say though, my body is struggling in other ways. Do you know what I hate? Birth control. Do you know why I hate it? It is not nice to me. I don't like taking drugs of any kind, in fact I think my annual pill count usually tops out at 4 advil and a claritin. Even when I get sick, I try not to take anything more than ibuprofen if I can help it. So my body is not exactly used to foreign prescription invaders.
Unfortunately, my dislike of children is much stronger than my dislike of drugs, so here we are. I was on the depo shot at first, and I DO NOT recommend it. First there were the headaches and cramps and whatnot, then the fact that it severely decreases bone mass and the loss isn't reversible, but the worst by far was the absolute loss of interest...you know what I mean.
You don't? Uh...well...they give this shot to sexual predators as a form of chemical castration. Granted, they are men, so you would think it would be different with women.
It's not.
Not the nicest thing to give a newlywed, that's all I'm saying. Especially with no warning at all. Shouldn't that be written in bold, bright red letters when you sign up for it? I, for one, would have liked to know. Instead of wondering what the hell was wrong with me and being frustrated and sad and confused and having marital problems 3 weeks into things because my damned birth control was making me asexual.
Now I am on the Nuvaring aka the fancy glow bracelet. Things are getting better all around, except I've felt a little depressed and slightly paranoid ever since I went on it. Which brings me to my point, which, surprisingly enough, was not to over share things concerning my womanhood, but rather to complain that there is NO GOOD OPTIONS IN NO BABY MAKING LAND. Why are we so scientifically and technologically advanced but the best we can do for the BC destroys women's bodies and makes us all crazy???
Naturally, my feministic mind asks where in the hell the BC for men is. And I'm not talking about condoms, we all know those aren't the funnest. (Just nod your head and agree.) Turns out, they are working on a male contraceptive that could be administered as a pill, a patch, a cream, or a shot. So when will it be ready? Probably never, due to the lack of funding. Why is there a lack of funding you ask? Because pharmaceutical companies are owned by men, and they don't want to put that option out there, because they claim men won't want it. Translation: they don't want to have to take it. But their wives and girlfriends might make them take it. And that is just too much.
One obnoxious quote: "I would rather rely on a solution that doesn't involving (sic) medicating myself, and the problems women have had with hormone therapy doesn't make me anxious to want to sign on to taking a hormone-type therapy." Scott Hardin, 40 and single.
So it's cool to make women suffer, but not you, Scott? I want to kick you straight in your good-for-nothing scrotum.
You don't? Uh...well...they give this shot to sexual predators as a form of chemical castration. Granted, they are men, so you would think it would be different with women.
It's not.
Not the nicest thing to give a newlywed, that's all I'm saying. Especially with no warning at all. Shouldn't that be written in bold, bright red letters when you sign up for it? I, for one, would have liked to know. Instead of wondering what the hell was wrong with me and being frustrated and sad and confused and having marital problems 3 weeks into things because my damned birth control was making me asexual.
Now I am on the Nuvaring aka the fancy glow bracelet. Things are getting better all around, except I've felt a little depressed and slightly paranoid ever since I went on it. Which brings me to my point, which, surprisingly enough, was not to over share things concerning my womanhood, but rather to complain that there is NO GOOD OPTIONS IN NO BABY MAKING LAND. Why are we so scientifically and technologically advanced but the best we can do for the BC destroys women's bodies and makes us all crazy???
Naturally, my feministic mind asks where in the hell the BC for men is. And I'm not talking about condoms, we all know those aren't the funnest. (Just nod your head and agree.) Turns out, they are working on a male contraceptive that could be administered as a pill, a patch, a cream, or a shot. So when will it be ready? Probably never, due to the lack of funding. Why is there a lack of funding you ask? Because pharmaceutical companies are owned by men, and they don't want to put that option out there, because they claim men won't want it. Translation: they don't want to have to take it. But their wives and girlfriends might make them take it. And that is just too much.
One obnoxious quote: "I would rather rely on a solution that doesn't involving (sic) medicating myself, and the problems women have had with hormone therapy doesn't make me anxious to want to sign on to taking a hormone-type therapy." Scott Hardin, 40 and single.
So it's cool to make women suffer, but not you, Scott? I want to kick you straight in your good-for-nothing scrotum.
Although some men are all for it: "It is time for men to have some control. I think it would empower men and deter some women out there from their nefarious plans. Some women are out there to use men to get pregnant. This could deter women from doing this. An athlete or a singer is someone who could be a target and they could put a stop to that." Quentin Brown, 45.
Nefarious plans? The hell? Are you f-ing delusional, Quentin? What woman in her right mind would purposely get pregnant and be a single parent, especially by some singer or athlete who didn't love her and would certainly not give a rats arse about the child? I don't think anyone wants that, even if she could claim the baby daddy was Bing Crosby. And if those women do exist, they are about .008% of the population. Go put your head in a blender, I hate you.
Sigh. I am annoyed. Drugs suck.
Monday, October 26, 2009
Vive la France
I'm sure many of you have heard of Remi Gaillard, but if not, you're
welcome.
Large animal costumes know no language.
welcome.
Large animal costumes know no language.
Kitty Cat Picture of the Day: Nip-Nappin.
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
"My life is like a never ending party that makes soup"
After a friend recently blogged about deleting her myspace, I remembered I had a myspace. And I went to delete it. But not after posting this gem from my myspace blog. I will not miss the creepers.
Rated R for language.
Wednesday, January 24, 2007
Current mood:soupy
the single greatest message i have ever received via myspace.
No Subject:
Hello!
I am pete.
what is your name?
***
You are lovely.
***
i kinda want a girlfriend type of thing... not serious thing, but maybe, maybe a fling thing, flirt thing, tonight only thing, long term thing, (anything?) but i really am in the mood to flirt (kiss).
***
i fixed my keyboard!
i do not pay taxes.
i am spiritual in a way... i believe that everything will all work out in the end and everything will be ok if you let it and the ducks are going to stay in line all by themselves. i am also very idealistic, though i am beginning to think that my idealism is an excuse for not being "rich".... i own very, very few possesions and am very happy that way...
I live and work at a catholic soup kitchen.... the old guys that own this place are pretty radical, so they are pretty alienated from the roman catholic church and do not get much support from it. they have no rules for us, this is complete and genuine anarchy, but it works, and every day we have a ton of the best soup in seattle served hot and on time.
i am a bit of a hedonist, i like drugs, love sex, but otherwise i am an extremely honest, caring, and i think morally correct person.
i never steal.
i love music, nearly every kind.
i am shy but open.
i love animals, especially cats.
i read read read read read read read, especially non-fiction.
i write write write write.
i love old film.
i am always around my friends, my life is like a never ending party that makes soup.
there is no privacy in my life... this is starting to get to me a little.
***
i am looking
for somebody who is ok with all this and would get to know me a little .., and if all is well and ok and good, then more, more, whatever is clever, i am a bit of a wierdo, maybe find a friend or a fuck or who knows what else....
this doesn't mean that i am after sex;
i don't expect that from you, or sincerely hope to get laid through myspace, that is not why i am here...
...i am here to flirt.
i like flirting...
i like romance...
i like to have fun...
i like sex, too...
...and i do not really avoid it (understatement?),
and am open to the idea of screwing somebody i meet on myspace.
your pics and your profile say you are a sexy girl, and my first instinct as a typical
25 year old male is to flirt with you...
and "second base" pops around in my subconconcience when i see the pics, and all the kissing that goes with it...
or you could tell me to fuck myself.
***
either way, thanks for reading this fucker of a greeting.
***!
please visit pete at www.myspace.com/superduperswede.
thank you for your time.
Rated R for language.
Wednesday, January 24, 2007
Current mood:soupy
the single greatest message i have ever received via myspace.
No Subject:
Hello!
I am pete.
what is your name?
***
You are lovely.
***
i kinda want a girlfriend type of thing... not serious thing, but maybe, maybe a fling thing, flirt thing, tonight only thing, long term thing, (anything?) but i really am in the mood to flirt (kiss).
***
i fixed my keyboard!
i do not pay taxes.
i am spiritual in a way... i believe that everything will all work out in the end and everything will be ok if you let it and the ducks are going to stay in line all by themselves. i am also very idealistic, though i am beginning to think that my idealism is an excuse for not being "rich".... i own very, very few possesions and am very happy that way...
I live and work at a catholic soup kitchen.... the old guys that own this place are pretty radical, so they are pretty alienated from the roman catholic church and do not get much support from it. they have no rules for us, this is complete and genuine anarchy, but it works, and every day we have a ton of the best soup in seattle served hot and on time.
i am a bit of a hedonist, i like drugs, love sex, but otherwise i am an extremely honest, caring, and i think morally correct person.
i never steal.
i love music, nearly every kind.
i am shy but open.
i love animals, especially cats.
i read read read read read read read, especially non-fiction.
i write write write write.
i love old film.
i am always around my friends, my life is like a never ending party that makes soup.
there is no privacy in my life... this is starting to get to me a little.
***
i am looking
for somebody who is ok with all this and would get to know me a little .., and if all is well and ok and good, then more, more, whatever is clever, i am a bit of a wierdo, maybe find a friend or a fuck or who knows what else....
this doesn't mean that i am after sex;
i don't expect that from you, or sincerely hope to get laid through myspace, that is not why i am here...
...i am here to flirt.
i like flirting...
i like romance...
i like to have fun...
i like sex, too...
...and i do not really avoid it (understatement?),
and am open to the idea of screwing somebody i meet on myspace.
your pics and your profile say you are a sexy girl, and my first instinct as a typical
25 year old male is to flirt with you...
and "second base" pops around in my subconconcience when i see the pics, and all the kissing that goes with it...
or you could tell me to fuck myself.
***
either way, thanks for reading this fucker of a greeting.
***!
please visit pete at www.myspace.com/superduperswede.
thank you for your time.
Sunday, October 18, 2009
I Try Not To Yell At Everyone
I quit my second job this week. Don't worry, I'm still working full time. I just couldn't make both jobs work together. Apparently working 13+ hour days starts to wear on a person AND on a marriage, so I had to choose one. And the one with full-time hours, benefits, chance for promotion, and the everyday use of my degree won out. Which is really too bad, because I did like the receptionist job. My coworkers were rad, and I will miss them.
And all the crazy people who came in for treatment. I love me some crazies. I have to wait until I'm officially done there to share stories, because apparently that would be a HIPA violation.
Apparently.
Know who I won't miss? The doctors. I have never really liked doctors. No offense to any doctors out there, or lovers of doctors. When I was little it was because they always tried to stick a needle in me. I would resort to hiding under the chair hissing like the cat I thought I was, until my dad finally had to accompany me to all my visits and hold me down while they stabbed me. The one and only surgery I have ever had happened when I was 4, and it is burned into my memory because I woke from the anesthesia early, right when they were taking out this 8 foot long needle from my ankle. I kicked the nurse with impressive force for a youngster and screamed for what felt like forever.
Now I don't like them because I realize they are (nearly) all douche canoes. First off, most doctors I've been to don't seem to really know what they are talking about. It's like they either got Cs in med school or have just forgotten everything except how to write a prescription. And I don't take drugs if I can help it. I realize there is a time and a place, and I encourage that when it is appropriate. But I feel like one of the big reasons our medical care is in the state it is currently in is the over-prescribing of drugs. I'm sorry, but 9 times out of 10 it's not really going to solve your problems. Just mask them, until you start feeling crappy again and they give you another pill to take. Then another. And another. And another, until you are the older woman who came into work the other day with a list of 26 prescription meds she takes every day. Forgive me, but that is wrong. I cannot believe that is what our Creator intended for us to do when our bodies go haywire.
Secondly, they don't practice what they preach. How many doctors do you know that smoke? I know a lot. Or that are overweight? Again, a lot. My favorite is when an obese doctor claims they can help with weight loss management. Really?
And don't even get me started on fat people. Here's a hint: most, if not all, of your health problems are directly related to the extra 100+ pounds you carry around, your sedentary lifestyle, and your horrific nutrition. Taking pills or a shot or whatever else you think you can ingest and have it work like a magic bullet WILL. NOT. WORK. You are a GD moron. Take responsibility and control of your life and start being healthy, and most all of those issues will go away on their own.
It's like magic. And I'm your special fairy. Follow me to a world of health and happiness. Or continue with your awful habits and drive your health and our health care system into the ground. About 6 feet, if my calculations are correct.
What was I talking about? Oh yeah, doctors. The other big issue I have with them is the ridiculous cockiness they exhibit. The doctors where I work are complete assholes. They treated me like a second class citizen. Because I work in reception? Bite me. I have the grades to get into med school, and I know I would do very well there, but I choose to actually help people instead. It really bothers me when people act like they are God's gift based on their job or education. I've noticed pilots are susceptible to this as well. Again, I'm sure I could fly a plane if I went through the proper training.
In fact, I actually have flown a plane before. After some great coaching from my grandpa (Turn right, you go right. Turn left, you go left. Press down, you go down. Pull up, you go up. There, now you're a pilot.), I flew a small prop plane around his farm. So I guess that means now I get to walk around airports, cutting in line and smirking and openly mocking and looking down my nose at all the laypeople BECAUSE I AM A GRECIAN GODDESS.
People bug me.
And all the crazy people who came in for treatment. I love me some crazies. I have to wait until I'm officially done there to share stories, because apparently that would be a HIPA violation.
Apparently.
Know who I won't miss? The doctors. I have never really liked doctors. No offense to any doctors out there, or lovers of doctors. When I was little it was because they always tried to stick a needle in me. I would resort to hiding under the chair hissing like the cat I thought I was, until my dad finally had to accompany me to all my visits and hold me down while they stabbed me. The one and only surgery I have ever had happened when I was 4, and it is burned into my memory because I woke from the anesthesia early, right when they were taking out this 8 foot long needle from my ankle. I kicked the nurse with impressive force for a youngster and screamed for what felt like forever.
Now I don't like them because I realize they are (nearly) all douche canoes. First off, most doctors I've been to don't seem to really know what they are talking about. It's like they either got Cs in med school or have just forgotten everything except how to write a prescription. And I don't take drugs if I can help it. I realize there is a time and a place, and I encourage that when it is appropriate. But I feel like one of the big reasons our medical care is in the state it is currently in is the over-prescribing of drugs. I'm sorry, but 9 times out of 10 it's not really going to solve your problems. Just mask them, until you start feeling crappy again and they give you another pill to take. Then another. And another. And another, until you are the older woman who came into work the other day with a list of 26 prescription meds she takes every day. Forgive me, but that is wrong. I cannot believe that is what our Creator intended for us to do when our bodies go haywire.
Secondly, they don't practice what they preach. How many doctors do you know that smoke? I know a lot. Or that are overweight? Again, a lot. My favorite is when an obese doctor claims they can help with weight loss management. Really?
And don't even get me started on fat people. Here's a hint: most, if not all, of your health problems are directly related to the extra 100+ pounds you carry around, your sedentary lifestyle, and your horrific nutrition. Taking pills or a shot or whatever else you think you can ingest and have it work like a magic bullet WILL. NOT. WORK. You are a GD moron. Take responsibility and control of your life and start being healthy, and most all of those issues will go away on their own.
It's like magic. And I'm your special fairy. Follow me to a world of health and happiness. Or continue with your awful habits and drive your health and our health care system into the ground. About 6 feet, if my calculations are correct.
What was I talking about? Oh yeah, doctors. The other big issue I have with them is the ridiculous cockiness they exhibit. The doctors where I work are complete assholes. They treated me like a second class citizen. Because I work in reception? Bite me. I have the grades to get into med school, and I know I would do very well there, but I choose to actually help people instead. It really bothers me when people act like they are God's gift based on their job or education. I've noticed pilots are susceptible to this as well. Again, I'm sure I could fly a plane if I went through the proper training.
In fact, I actually have flown a plane before. After some great coaching from my grandpa (Turn right, you go right. Turn left, you go left. Press down, you go down. Pull up, you go up. There, now you're a pilot.), I flew a small prop plane around his farm. So I guess that means now I get to walk around airports, cutting in line and smirking and openly mocking and looking down my nose at all the laypeople BECAUSE I AM A GRECIAN GODDESS.
People bug me.
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