I’ve been in a cloud of funk for the better part of two and a half months. In the midst of loss and mourning I’ve noticed two things:
Some people are wonderful.
Some people are mindless, vapid, ass boils.
There seems to have been some point where the universe decided to allow a glitch of evolution. That glitch allows for the dislodge or altogether lack of the filter between brain and tongue. Further, this chromosomal fuckupery results in a delusional sense of pride in said lack of tact. Declarations of pride follow the format similar to the following:
(says something assholesque) “Whoops, I have no filter!” (followed by a giggle and a half-assed apology for being a bung cap. Sometimes a quarter-assed apology, depending on the egregiousness of the offense.)
This, while annoying, can be forgiven because it does indeed contain an apology. Even if it is glossed over in a “aren’t I just so delightful with my lack of manners tee-hee-heeee” kind of fashion.
The ones that get me are those who are just flat-out chonchmouths, who have NO clue that they are total dillholes. I sense you begging me for an example. I shall provide.
“Oh wow, Christine, you’re really losing weight! I never noticed how pretty you are, I just always wondered how you did so much massage being overweight!”
My response, in my head: “So, basically you always thought I was an ugly fatass who was going to keel over in the middle of rubbing your naked ass, thereby stinking up my massage room like a beached whale? THANK YOU!!”
My response, from my mouth. “Thanks, I am working really hard to get the weight off.”
Because, you see, I maintain my filter. The person on the table? Clearly not so much and said person truly thought they were paying me a compliment. Saying such a thing is terminally brave, when you have a big german girl standing over you with very pointy elbows.