October 30, 2006

• Yesterday when we went out to breakfast, there were a couple of goth type teens that sat at the table next to us. Because I have to be me, I had to say something to them. I asked them if they were hung over (it was noon) or coming from church. Of course, they didn't go to church, which got me to thinking. See, at that time of day on a Sunday, especially Halloween weekend, there would be a lot of hung over people (like us) just waking up. And because its Sunday, others would be coming from church. This was no exception. See, it pretty much assures that everybody there was praying to something that morning: either praying to God or praying to the porcelain God. And you can easily tell the difference between the 2. Church goers are dressed nice and have the fear of hell in them; hung over people are disheveled and feel and look like hell. They really can't be any different types of people. Its downright fucking crazy.

  I could have made that WAAAAAY better, but I'm lacking something right now, don't quite know what it is.

  I met a guy last night who, well, I'm just going to come right out and say it: he was a rich, spoiled brat. Although nice. And fun. He is 20 years old (come on, you people know I like 'em young!) and lives in Tinley Park. But, his parents are VERY well off. So much, that its fucking ri-damn-diculous! For example, he is from Florida and going to school up here. He has his own condo which is nice. At least once a week, he flies back home to Florida, if not first class, than business class. Ok, that's not too bad, but it really gets much worse. He told me that pretty much, every month, he racks up a $3000 American Express bill and pays it off each month. He has a set of $2000 cooking knives which he has never used, since he doesn't cook. His jeans are around $250. He takes his dogs to a doggy hotel each day, which costs $40 a day. That's pretty much the cost of daycare! His parents are so rich that he told me a story about when somebody told him to shop at Wal Mart for pet supplies. You know what he told them? "Why would I want to shop at a store that sells walls?". That's right people, he did not know what Wal Mart is! Dude, what the fuck? I HATE Wal Mart, and don't shop there, but shit, I know what it is. It kept getting worse. He bragged about how he has gotten people fired from their jobs at stores and car dealerships. He is pretty much the asshole, rich, prissy customer. But, the thing that I was most appalled at was he goes shopping with his friends and because he is too lazy to carry his own bags, he buys his friends stuff so that they would carry his bags. I told him that he was an asshole and that he should treat these people (workers and friends) with respect and dignity. I said that   the other countries that hate us because we are greedy, materialistic, and superficial and how he represents all of these. I told him that he needs to be socially responsible since his parents have all this wealth. He told me that he has done some good things, like he took a kid from the Make A Wish Foundation to Disney World and bought her a puppy. I mentioned that this was wonderful and a great thing, he needs to do more things like this. I don't want to make it seem like I was mean to him or resented him, because I didn't. I just told him that he did not deserve to be treated any differently than anybody else. I don't know if any of this shit made him think, but I hope so. Its not like he was a mean kid, he was fun and nice. Just prissy and materialistic.

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