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They are all just sooooo. . . eh. Uncultured heathens I say. Unrespectful lazy mongrels.
You might say I'm lazy, but I'm not. I'm simply unmotivated. Ask my friends to lift a feather and they will complain to you about how heavy it is. Ask me to lift it and I will ask why. Convince me, and I will pick it up with ease, and tell my friends it was nothing compared to the rock that I was convinced to pick up the day before.
Oh, plus my friends are freaking cheap. I don't have a job- so all the money I get is from doing odd jobs, which are infrequent. But when I have money I'm not cheap with it and I give good tips. My friends always bitch about not having money but always have it for cigarettes and they have jobs which they bitch about constantly. When I say I don't have any money, I really mean it. If I don't have any money on me, but I'm not broke, I specify.
Plus they come over to my house on the weekend, play with all my cool shit, eat food, practice guitar, all that shit- but they never tell me about any plans they make or anything they're doing.
They go to shitty punk/ska shows but don't get anything more advanced to that. So I end up going to "cool" shows with my mom.
They form these shitty punk bands that I could care less about but I invite to basement shows that I set up because I don't want to be mean.
But then when they set up shows, I have to beg them like a dog. Which I don't do. The shows they set up always end badly. A show going badly for me involves me being pissed off because a band had no etiquette. For them, it ends up with "hardcore" kids breaking stuff and the show getting ended because my friends have absolutely no discretion when it comes to picking bands to play.
So I've taken to openly insulting and berating my friends, telling them how inferior they are to me, and they just smile. They don't see that I'm using sarcasm as a mask to tell them the truth.
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