Nasty

There is nothing I hate more than walking into work just so that I can hear a manager with a bad attitude. So I try to keep my head in the clouds at all times because I find it hard to tolerate the noise around me which I could not care less about. You say this job sucks, I say to myself we should make the best of it. You say people are idiots, I say you’re one too!

You respect me for my work ethic, but I don’t respect you at all even though I just silently try to get along because I know with every ounce of pain in your body, you will kill everything around you with a will to live. You’re nasty and you make me sick, but so do I cause I can’t stand you. There’s no need for it, we all just come here to make our money and go, but it can never just be that, can it? It always has to be “extra” with you. The this and the that and the whatever else.

Someone please rescue me from this cause I never asked to be born or to die. I just want to chill and get along, but the way this world is setup was never meant for a “do your thing and I’ll do mine and maybe sometimes we’ll get together and make something special” way of life. We have to be careful not to get too miserable in this life because that shit spreads like a disease and pretty soon everybody is ill.

Nasty, gross, repugnant, disgusting, putrid it doesn’t matter how you put it. And as I feel my soul drain away I realize I’m on my way out those front doors for the last time, leaving the place I used to call work. Dark clouds the full 365, how are you even still alive? I can’t be the only one yet I’m the only one I know who just walked, am I too sensitive or am I seeing something others just accept and no longer care about?

The problem is I’m toxic too but the difference between you and I is that I don’t see value in it. I don’t even have the energy to wish you the best so I’ll just say this; you can stay as you are but it won’t be around me. I’m gone. I’m not coming back and I hate to think what will become of those left behind.