Irresponsible Adults

I hate everyone and everything. Let’s talk about irresponsible grown-ass adults and why I don’t fucking care anymore.

So, my mom called. She is pissed. She found out I called the hospital and told them she was an alcoholic and that she had been taking acetaminophen-based opioids.

Why did I do that? Because she is an elderly woman. That is a combination that can kill a healthy young adult. Also, if you’re hospitalized, you can’t drink, and sudden cessation of alcohol consumption can lead to death due to withdrawal.

I was trying to not let her die.

Apparently that makes me a horrible person, and she doesn’t want me in her life.

I said fine. That’s okay with me. She does nothing for me and is actually a burden. So I’m better off this way. She provides nothing for me. She ignores me. She wouldn’t even leave her fucking dog to help me because her dog was more important to her than I was.

We can go even further back than that. When I was 14, her boyfriend broke my shoulder because I was trying to save her while he was beating her. I told her it was him or me, and she straight up told me, at 14 years old, her child, that she picked him.

You’re going to die. You are doing things to your body that will inevitably kill you. Have fun. Not my fucking problem.

Speaking of not my problem, {S}. Another irresponsible grown-ass adult. If he doesn’t do something, he will die.

It’s pretty fucking simple.

He was irresponsible for not having insurance to start with. You’re almost 60 fucking years old and you don’t have basic health insurance. That’s just dumb. Seriously. I don’t care how healthy you are—once you’re over 50, shit starts becoming an issue.

That’s just plain fucking stupid.

And again, for the sake of irony, let's note he was boning the deputy insurance commissioner's girlfriend. That is a morbid joke that will never stop being funny. Ever. And the night before he was fired, {D} I shit you not, cursed {S}'s dick. 

Then you have this thing for years. YEARS. And you do nothing? You don’t even remotely think about getting insurance? And it’s not like you don’t have money. You make a shit ton—not just for a high school dropout, but in terms of socioeconomic status in general.

You’re going to die because you’re fucking stupid? Go for it. Not my problem.

See, when I got sick, when I found out, I asked {S} that night to let me come over and hang out because I didn’t want to be alone. It was the most pathetic text message I have ever sent. I said I wouldn’t cry or talk about it, just could we watch a documentary and hang out. Then I said, “I’ll suck your dick or whatever. I just don’t want to be alone.”

He didn’t even respond.

The next day I sent him a text:

“That’s some cold-ass shit right there.”

He responded and apologized and said he was busy and that he should have texted me back.

Why should I give a fuck whether these idiots—these irresponsible, self-destructive, narcissistic, selfish, immature, uneducated individuals—live or die?

I shouldn’t.

Life is transactional. You give, you get. I’ve gotten nothing from these people. Not a fucking thing. Fuck them. I’m done wasting my time on people who don’t give a fuck about me and who are just being fucking moronic.

Not my problem.

I need to start focusing on myself. I need to stop worrying about others and letting it affect me. I need to stop caring about people who clearly have never given a fuck about me.

See, if I had done that, the {D} thing wouldn’t have happened. That was just another narcissistic assclown who never cared about me or what he did to me.

I need to start protecting myself instead of protecting others. Everyone else can fucking take care of themselves. They sure as hell aren’t making my life any better.

Fuck ’em.