I’ve yet to get anyone to watch Misfits who hasn’t liked it but that’s a fun show, it’s nothing that is going to keep you up nights or stress you out, well not normal people. Breaking Bad will piss you off on a regular basis and bring on a discussion after almost every episode. So many times Manly Man and I have gone to bed discussing what had happened in the episode we just saw. Sometimes I take an Ativan just to calm down enough so I can sleep.

But I wonder, for the people who don’t like the show, if they wonder how they are missing what everyone else seems to be so enthralled with? Like the show Lost, I’ve never had any interest in watching the show since it seems a bit to fantasy for me but I’ve always wondered if I’m missing out on something. I also wonder if they think the show is like Mad Men and that people don’t actually really like it, they just think they have to like it because everyone else does.

What is the need by some people, like myself, who have this need to convince people to watch stuff that you know is going to blow them away but they just don’t feel it? Is it a matter of feeling you know better than they do? “Eat this, you don’t know what you like.” Is it a need to pull as many people into your Misfits world because your group is just too damn small? Is it just a pathalogical desire to have everyone like the shows you think are amazing?

This would all be a lot easier if people just did what I told them to do and liked what I told them to like. Sigh.

So it seems, while I love British television the most of all television it also breaks my heart more than any other shows. How many times has the show left me crying at the end, unconsoled. Luckily my husband understands, relatively, why this hurts me so much.

First there is Skins, now to be fair to them I knew what I was getting going in, sort of. I learned as I started watching the show that every 2 years they get a new cast. It wasn’t easy letting go of Tony, Sid and Cassie and I still miss them. Then I had to let go of Cook, fucking Cook. Now season 6 approaches in January, the last season and I have to get ready to say goodbye to Skins forever. Unless there is a movie, please tv fairies bring me a movie and I’ll be a good girl I promise!

Then there was Being Human (no not the US one, shut your whore mouth ok?) as I fell in love with the 3 of them pretty quickly. Annie was sweet, George was a goofball and Mitchell was just pure heaven…for a vampire. Then they crushed me and if I remember correctly I didn’t see it coming. At the end of season 3 I was just curled up in a ball of tears. Yes, I said a ball of tears, bite me.

But I moved on because I had Misfits and Misfits would never hurt me. Well ok Nathan left the show but I had the other 4 and that was enough for me to hold on. This show, I can’t explain it, but it’s an escape for me that takes me out of the bullshit of everyday life. I won’t apologize for what it does for me, we all have our ways of getting out of our own head and this is my way. Well last night was another crushing blow and I honestly don’t know what I’ll do. I invested a lot of myself into this show, more than someone probably should but it helped me deal with shit. For how much I love this show I’m not sure I can continue on again.

And so last night Manly Man had to calm me down and that’s just who I am, a show in itself can bring me to tears. It took me a while to get to sleep last night because I couldn’t stop thinking about the travesty that had just happened. Do I still love this show and the other shows? I do, I always will but they have definitely broken my heart. I feel like a 16 year old girl.

Is it too much to ask for people to just be mature enough to accept responsibility for their own actions and to take enough time to understand where other people are coming from? I don’t care if you laugh at dick jokes or if you show some cleavage at an “inappropriate” time. I don’t give a crap if you like to watch 90210 or if you like to go out sometimes to get drunk.

All I care about is being a responsible adult when you are in a professional setting. That means respecting your co-workers, being on time and doing your job. What is doing your job? Well it’s not about just getting your work done but it is also being available when something needs to be done and leaving your attitude at home. If you are lucky enough to have a job in this day and age then appreciate the fuck out of it because there are at least 50 people who would be glad to have it.

I also care about being a decent human being, especially when it comes to the people in your life. Keep in mind that when you are being selfish that just maybe it is hurting other people. The world does not revolve around you, you are not the center of the universe. It just so happens that when you don’t give a shit someone else may have to pick up the slack. Just maybe someone else is carrying the burden and the stress and the bullshit.

In this world we don’t get everything just the way we want without working for it. We have to put up with crap and learn to do things that we don’t want to do. In this world, attitude will only hold you back and ignorance will be the chains that bind you.

So my suggestion is to take some time and see the world beyond yourself. That the choices we make effect other people. That karma is only bitch if you are.

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I’m in an emotional thing right now, something going on that’s not my thing but it’s effecting me. Of course there is nothing I can do about it. I did some tumblr clouds this morning and this is the one I did for a private journal of mine. I think that says a lot. Anyway, I’m just thinking about stuff and how much I love the friends in my life.

Let me explain first that I’m a really great daughter. Now, I haven’t always but as an adult I’ve been a really great one. I call my mom at least once a week if not more and not because I have to but because I want to. I answer the phone 95% of the time when she calls. I reply to most of her emails and I make actual time for her.

Then comes Mother’s Day. I decided I would call her later that day, because things calm down and I can have an actual conversation. Instead I first get a text from my twat of a brother who reminds me to call my mom, yeah thanks I’m not a fucking moron and you are 7 years younger than me so shut the fuck up. Then I get a call from my mother around 5pm because I had left her a happy mothers day on Facebook and that it was about time. About time??

I’m just so fucking sick of the guilt of holidays and I’m just done with it. I’m going to let everyone know I’m not celebrating or acknowledging them anymore. They can judge me by how I treat people throughout the year and if I was a shit then I deserve it but if I was a good person then treat me that way. I don’t care about holidays and I’m sick of feeling bad because of what is fucking expected of me during them. Holidays bring out the absolute worst in people.

Holidays are all a fucking joke. Love the people in your life everyday, it shouldn’t be that hard. You shouldn’t need Hallmark to tell you how you feel.

I used to be blissfully ignorant about the poor. Yeah I felt bad and it concerned me. If I had the opportunity to help I’d gladly do it although I definitely never did enough. Now unfortunately there is no more bliss and there is definitely no more ignorance. I’m right in the thick of the unemployment crisis.

I learned recently from a close friend that some people think that it’s ridiculous that my husband has been out of work for more than 2 years and that maybe he’s taking advantage of me. I wish I could say this shocked me but it didn’t, I’d always assumed people thought as much because people are ignorant and make assumptions.

I don’t know what irritates me more: that they think such insulting things about my husband whom they never bothered to get to know or that they think I’d ever put up with someone (even my own husband) taking advantage of me like that? I know for sure, no real friends would ever think these things of myself or my husband because a real friend knows us better than that.

As far as my husband, I’d say that the majority of people do not know him. 99% of my friends have never had an actual conversation with him and never bothered to. Very few people in our lives have bothered to really understand our situation or even really ask about it.

As far as myself, I have no patience and that’s a well-known fact. I simple can’t deal with bullshit and believe me sometimes I wish I could. My husband went through a period of time in the past 2+ years where he just shut down, which he does sometimes. He’d realized that not only was his entire career gone but nobody outside of what he was specialized in would hire him. After several interviews, hundreds of resumes and zero callbacks, he just basically gave up.

At that point I had to get tough and remind him that giving up wasn’t an option. Was I pissed? Fuck yeah. Did he know how pissed I was? Oh yes. After some yelling and a lot of stress he came out of the fog to fight harder than ever before. He’s still sending out resumes every week, though there are fewer and fewer options now. He calls up places that aren’t listing open positions and asking if they have work. He’s applied to Home Depot and other retail places. On top of that he work nearly every single day doing odd jobs to the point he comes home and goes to bed at 7:00 because he’s so tired.

That’s not all, he does at this point 90% of the housework, even when he’s gone all day doing one of his odd jobs. He does the cooking, the dishes, the laundry, he cleans the house, he does the litter and the grocery shopping to name a few. I may have to go to work everyday but luckily I can come home and relax.

So if anyone had bothered to ask me: hey, is your husband even trying? Hey, by any chance is your husband taking advantage of you? I could have, you know, told you what was actually going on. But what fun is it knowing the facts, when what you make up in your head is much more interesting.

• People tweeting about nothing, like telling us what they had for breakfast.
• Constantly updating foursquare because we all need to know you’re at Burger King right now.
• Being super angry and negative, I have done it from time to time but I try to keep myself in check.

There are probably a bunch of other things but these really irritate me. I’ve unfollowed people because of these things but who cares? It’s twitter. Why do people take this as an affront when someone unfollows you? It’s twitter, it’s not the real world. I’ve been unfollowed many times and I really don’t care. If you don’t like following me, then don’t, easy as that.

No real life arguements should ever result from fucking twitter. It’s a place to just waste time and amuse yourself, not a place where you should have to worry about what you say. If someone unfollows you and it’s that upsetting to you then maybe twitter isn’t where you should be.

I also highly recommend not to have close friends or family on your twitter because nothing good comes from it. Once you add a friend or family you can’t take it back, even if it clearly wasn’t a good idea.

If you find yourself enraged by anything that happened on twitter or on Facebook I suggest that you instead talk to the person, like face to face. Again, just remember, twitter isn’t real life, it’s just a stupid online community.

And that’s all I have to say about that.

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I remember once hanging out with two girl friends of mine and somehow the topic of masturbation came up. They both talked about it as if it were disgusting and they never did it, so I went along with it so I didn’t seem like a freak. Looking back I assume at least one of them was lying if not both. Sex, other than losing one’s virginity, was never something we talked about.

I went off to college pretty much clueless and over 4 years I learned a LOT about sex (and most of the time not from even having sex, just by talking about it). I see teenagers now and they know more than I could have ever comprehended at their age. At the same time, they are still clueless and stupid, it’s part of being a teenager.

It seems to me that fearing teenage sexuality is not doing any of us any good. Pretending that teenagers do not have their own sexuality is a kind of denial that is not just ignorant but dangerous. When teenagers hit puberty their body starts to change and they start having feelings that are completely foreign to them. The best thing anyone can do is be honest with them about it, particularly parents but also the world around them.

I’m also not saying I think full on Skinemax-like scenes should involve teenagers, I believe sex scenes in tv shows should be for a reason and not just to portray sex. I’m not particularly a fan of teens like Miley Cyrus or Britney Spears acting slutty to sell records but that’s another story. There is a fine line between natural sexuality in the world and selling sex.

Why are we so afraid? How is being afraid of sex and trying to hide it from everyone doing any of us any good? If you are afraid of what your kids are learning on tv make it a point to know what they are watching and take time to talk to them about it. Hey, my parents never talked to me about sex and look how I ended up.