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What makes you bitter? life is about making difficult choices, sure. and yes, that does make me bitter. but for me, for now, it is worth it. after all, who else do i have to live with my whole life but myself. so, i become bitter when people chide me for possessing what they view as a negative emotion. bitterness is empowering. rage is healthy. relish it and take action. i will take self respect over superficial popularity any day. What makes me bitter? Getting treated like an idiot just because I'm young. Pouring my heart and soul into things that don't pour back. Friends that turn out to be enemies in disguise. But most of all, what really crushes me is feeling my hope slowly pull away from me and disappear - only to be replaced with predictability, practicality, and the rest of the crap that makes up the real world. Repression makes me bitter. Well intended advice that serves to question the severity or lack thereof of my life's experiences makes me bitter. Human interaction usually makes me bitter. But that's MY baggage. the resigned are my foes What makes me bitter? Hmmmm... lemme see. How about whiny twenty-somethings that just CAN'T seem to stop their incessant search for the bad things in life, instead of stopping to appreciate what they've GOT! Geez! You wanna read something that will give you a new perspective? Read: '900 Days - The Siege of Leningrad'. This is where in 1941 the Nazis surrounded Leningrad and tried to shell and starve them out. But guess what? The Russians were a tougher bunch than you whiners will ever be, they held their heads up, and survived it all! You pansies would have croaked off in the first couple of month's due to your 'bitterness' and 'sorrow'. Grow up, quitcherbitchin', and get a life. -HTFH- GWH
George W. Hayduke {ab861@detroit.freenet.com} Now *that's* bitter! But seriously George.... OF COURSE I appreciate what I have. OF COURSE there's beauty and wonder to be enjoyed. But that's not all there is. There's also a lot of pain and evil. And to acknowledge one without the other is pure folly. I don't know where you got your skewed ideas about "twentysomethings," but I can tell you that for me (at 23) the world is a complicated place. And I built the fray to reflect that. That's why there's a section called crininal AND a section called hope.
Derek M. Powazek {floyd@fray.com} What makes me bitter? How about the triviality of my - well, our - bitterness? How about that regardless of the fact the it's everyone else that pisses most of us off, everyone else says that they feel the same way? You know what makes me bitter? Our existence makes me very bitter. We try so hard to make ourselves think that it's more important than it really is, when all we're really here to do is breed and die. And of course, just because I realize the biological origins of most of our emotions, doesn't mean that I'm exempt. Nihilism is pointless, because it's the truth. I'm so stereotypical. That pisses me off. hey george, buddy, it's ok to express your pain. getting people to agree with you isn't the point -- getting BEYOND it is, and acknowledging the root causes is an excellent place to start. don't diss an entire generation just because they understand this and you don't. (i'm starting to sound like a therapist -- oooo, that makes me bitter.) a) everything is bitter. everything is sweet. bitterness is born from sweetness. sweetness is born from bitterness. b) bitterness is a viewpoint. change your perspective, and your view changes. viewing the world as a bitter place is a choice. and that's okay.
timothy burgin {timothy-bee} What makes me bitter? Lately I see that my options in life are slowly narrowing down to such a degree that I feel myself panicking. I also realized belatedly that during my past 20 years I've been living not for myself, but for others. Striving to please those around me and not myself. I find myself shying away from society cuz I can't stand all the hypocrisy and pretentiousness of it. It's so bad that I sometimes envy Robinson Crusoe who was able to get away from this so-called "modern civilization." And as much as I would love to whine about my problems, I find myself indisposed due to a previous engagement. We all live to please.
Cindy K. I'm not bitter, I just taste that way. But if I were to be bitter, I think it would be over people who go out of their way to try and make your life a living hell, to rob you of your dignity, to make you uncomfortable in a most personal way because they got to know you, to find out your weaknesses and then exploited them purely for the pleasure of seeing you suffer. The kind of people who live to feed their ego, who hate you because you refuse to let them have power over you, which incites them to try even harder. I don't give in to people like that and they usually don't give up either. The kind of people who have you laying awake at night thinking of ways to hunt them down and kill them in the most delicious and hideous manner, slowly and painfully because a bullet to the head would lose it's meaning and serve no purpose other than to rid the planet of their sickness, and get away with it because you know they deserve it, though you would never actually do that which makes you feel guilty for even thinking such a thing in the first place. People who hurt the ones you love in the worst ways possible.. OK.. So I am bitter..
Bob La Force {laforceb@mail01.adm.duke.edu} blatant stupidity, one-sidedness, close-mindedness, homophobia, unjust predetermination, racism, overall ignorance.
jathan mccollum {mccollumj@mqg-smtp3.usmc.mil} Religious-people Idiots Anyone who acts(read as 'is')stupid Death Pointless-ness of life
Tom {warped-mind@geocities.com} cars do. In Jersey, U.K., where I live, there are more cars than there are licence holders. there are 77,000 cars to a population of just over 80,000. We're a tax haven, see, and the fat cats have to spend their money on something. In 1994 one of my kids was run over - he survived, but it still makes me bitter. My constant self-doubt and self-hatred make me bitter. So does the fact that going through the worst pain I could imagine didn't purify me, didn't create a person who knows better. Instead I know what better is but find it even more difficult to achieve it. Also I'd have to agree with d'pow on the 'friends who turn out to be enemies' bit.
tomas The constant struggle for emotional stability. The light at the end of the proverbial tunnel that I can never seem to reach. The life that slowly drifts by, unused, decayed, and forgotten. The lonliness that is inherent in my human consciousness. The lack of love that wraps me with shards of broken glass and the promise of a dark existence.
Morgan Burton {mburton@roanoke.edu} Bitterness, itself, makes me bitter. The futility inherent in the bottomless desire to understand makes me bitter. People who have adopted hypocritical and puritanical attitudes--those who feel that they must deem the unfortunate as *deservingly* unfortunate--this large, adversarial legion of the shallow, gluttonous, and unreflective makes me bitter. The complete impossibility of shielding our children from a crassly materialistic, violent, and oppressively chaotic world makes me bitter. so there. I think that there is naturally friction. I think original sin is lessened in a vaccuum I am bitter because things are unimaginably fucked up But I am glad I can imagine better. I think it's about time you all got out of the city... where to go? The black rock desert? Naw... strawberry fields of Monterey? Mebbe...The suburban hell that is Sunnyvale? Yeah, I think that's about right...no, that was not a bitter statement, I am totally serious. -Bob
Bobber {bobber@ricochet.net} Liberal bitches make me bitter. Butt Pirates make me bitter. Body piercers make me bitter and jolly at the same time, since I get a good laugh out of their supreme idiocy. People who lack character or integrity make me bitter. Individuals who are utterly stupid make me bitter.
Derek Slayney {dslay@blarg.com} People who shove their religion down my throat. People who shove their ethics and morality down my throat. Women who still feel the need to act like stupid little girls to get men's attention.
Kel {kel@gtii.com} I am not, on the whole, a bitter person. Years ago, I decided that the human race existed for my personal amusement. Since that revelation, I have not been bitter. I look at our loonie politicians, and the laughter they create, and compare their salaries to those earned by sports stars, and think, "What a deal!" Frequent sex is good and helps one escape bitter thoughts. Cheap bourbon does, too. Techno-fun like this in our world? Marvelous! Who can be bitter about it?
Robin Miller {roblimo@primenet.com} Bitterness equates with pettiness in my head, for some reason. Like you're too lazy to be angry, so you're just bitter. Rather, sort of, able to take all the shit and mumble about it but never rant. An ongoing, subtle hatred about something. I'm bitter with myself. How trite and boring. More reason to be bitter. I'm bitter with people who retaliate for what they view as injustice with childish attacks. I'm bitter at the narrow-minded opinions formed by rote agreement with sound-byte fuhrers who speak for the masses because the masses don't speak for themselves. I'm bitter that in America, nothing is judged worthwhile unless you can sell it.
Lance {thedisappointed@glassdog.com} People who imitate Lydia Lunch make me bitter
ori k {orik@inter.net.il} people who are cruel for the sake of being cruel. it's one thing to lash out in desperation, or as an act of self-preservation, but to strike another down for your own amusement or to bolster flagging self-confidence is heartless. and there are too many people like this in the world.
drue {drue@vivid.com} it seems to me that true bitterness is best experienced when life is sweetest. for it is the contrast that heightens the pain. it seems to be that true bitterness can result from such things as:
in the end -- if you don't risk the most intense bitterness, you aren't rewarded with the glory. it is this balance that makes life all that it is. do not regret or fear bitterness - embrace it as the other side of the coin. ignorance makes me bitter. when people go around with big fucking mouths trying to spout off the latest controversial thing they heard and change it to make like they originated it. people who conform to their own culture to become rebels and bitch at everyone else who isn't conforming to their rebel ways and getting all pissed off and calling them conformist pigs if they do it. that makes me bitter. bitterness is the taste of one of those cheap grocery store aspirins, taken five at a time, dry-swallowed, and jammed in your throat to dissolve slowly and ooze their ichor down the back of your throat. that's what bitterness is, the oozing of the shit we put up with into ourselves, and then, well complaining about it. it's a vicious treadmill, and running on it doesn't even get you in shape.
tom lack of sugar Getting thrown out of a club in Atlanta in 1987 by a fat drag queen. Hate her...
Master Christian I hate uptight assholes who think they're better than the world! I like to put them in their place! "I ain't no white trash piece of shit - I'm better than all 'a' you! I can out-learn you, I can out- read you, I can out-fight you, and you know what? I'm gonna out-last you, too!" Snobby, self-righteous, self-deceived people oughta go crawl under the rock from where they came! Lack of beaver
Biff What makes me bitter?...fuckin' bitter people like all of you. Relax, don't be so-self centered, life comes much easier that way. Also quit smoking pot, it depresses people who can't handle it. What really makes me bitter is the whole caste in society today. All you hear in high school is, "You have to go to college and get a job." But what if I don't f*&%ing want to go to college. What if I don't want to sit and sift through papers all my life. That kinda life sucks and i won't stand for it. Bring back blue collar job and bring back the real America. bitterness comes from knowing that you have limitations handicaps inabilities and knowing that you can't do anything about them knowing what you can't have that, above anything else is why i'm bitter.
the white star {whitestar@nym.alias.net} When people who don't deserve any power or authority over me or anybody else manage to get it.
Jorge {srmenge@aol.com} what makes me bitter is the fact that there is no god, his is just a answer we made up to solve all those questions that we couldnt find an answer to. when you take our imaganary god out of the picture then it turns out that when we are dead we are dead. this is the best it will ever be. we wern't created for a devine pourpose, there is no meaning to life... we are an accedent that happened on the planet earth, and nothing we ever do will make an inkling of diffrence when we are gone. why must we work, save, and conform to a society that in the "big picture" dosent matter and on the time line only lasted for the blink of an eye...if that long. where is the hope, i don't know, but a good comic book helps take my mind off the true worthlessnes of it all.
colby Deceit...especially in one's self. Sure I know that men cringe when confronted with their two-brained linear thought process and women fight a constant battle to keep up with their spacially aware existence. Half of that turmoil could be avoided if both sexes took an honest look inside. Vonnegutt said, "never underestimate the power of stupidity...even your own at times." So yes, I'm bitter that we as humans don't take half the effort we spend bitching about someone else's screw-up that dumped on our lives...and invest it climbing inside our own heads. Is the goal existence...or evolvement? Do we really 'want a better world for our children,' or is that a concept we sucked in from too many "Brady Bunch" episodes. Self deceit or reluctance to accept the consequences for our own actions...makes me bitter...especially with myself. Nice Board... go ahead, get it out, TIM...Thanks. bitter? because it is easier than being happy trying to find the right words that can never express that one thought you are compelled to share and want all to understand a life unexamined is not worth living(some famous person) does this mean we are all confucian, bitterness at the center of our existence, life is a bowl of vinegar things do not make us bitter, the importance we place on irrelavancies does knowing that sitting here in the boondocks yearning to communicate is a lonely passion. . . but I share this and I think it makes me happier...
james {macdougall@s1.montcalm.cc.mi.us} Chronic illness will make you bitter beyond your wildest imaginings. It will reach out to every edge you've trod too close to; every emotion in the vocabulary of your soul. Pain takes no prisoners. You either live with it or choose to die--and in making that choice you know who and what you really are and you know (with bitterness) the real meaning of the word "friend". And after fighting every devil, there comes a day when the bitterness goes, because it really doesn't matter and it won't change anything- being bitter just takes too much energy away from trying to survive the illness. And that's the end, when you know (some days) that you do want to go on participating in this strange place we call life.
C. {cierra@itlnet.net} Bitter, I've got your bitter pal. The next Evo. engine riding jackoff that tells me my panhead needs a tune-up is going to have an aluminum cylinder shoved up his everlovin' ass.
Tom {watkinst@dma.gov} What makes me Bitter? People blaming God for the actions of man himself. I've learned that your prayers are heard and do get answered. But a general rule about prayer is be careful what you ask for. I have hope . But I still feel bitter that some where in this world ; someone 's life is being ruined for the sake of the all mighty dollar. I still get bitter that adults are abusing children and teenagers everywhere. It hurts to know that some rich bitch or bastard is taking vacations to third world countries to satisfy their sick pleasures. But I believe in the golden rule as well as karma. What comes around goes around. There is universal justice. I am one of the few people in my age group that has some sort of faith. I think a lot of people are bitter because they have been let down. But they have n't learned how to get back up. God bless.
Robin Orta This makes me bitter the most.... That i have to put of for tommarow, just so i can stay focused today. It's unfair that my youth is slowly being sucked up by "adult" resposibility. I need to get to alaska....
patrick cowel {cowelpat@msu.edu} Do I have to sell it out not enough that you could pay Do I have to burn it out this feeling never goes away Do I have to scream it out until theres nothing left to say Do I have to spell it out I am in a state of waste Hapiness I've been denied, Never to be satisfied They've lied and lied and lied and lied My heart is killed, my mind destroyed This is my state of waste Never gonna sell it out not worth much anyway Never gonna burn it out this felling still remains Never gonna tell you why you never hear the words I say Never gonna feel again This is my state of waste Misery breeds its company, choose your friends wisely or end up like me, Bitter with a capital B.
Damien {dotis@mgvgroup.com} What makes me bitter!? Where to start? The whole Judeo-Christian bullshit philosophy People who say things like "Bill of `white men`s` Rights" - I`m a white man and I`ve been trampled by the system more than most. the system doesn`t see color - unless it`s green. I make less than $10,000 a year and, so, am also excluded from what you call "the good ol` boys club". Maybe "Rich White Men" would not make me so bitter, but that too would be misleading - how about just "Rich People" or, to be PC - the Finiancaly superflorous. People who are bitter make me bitter. No sugar in my tea. The struggle for independence in Ireland. The struggle for freedom in China. Homelessness makes me REALLY bitter. Hungry children. Hungry children without shoes. That`s enough.
Bobby Hargus {spookykid@hotmail.com} Guys who call a woman's vagina "Beaver".
honney HATRED. CRUELTY. BITTERNESS. PREJUDICE. all these things and more make me bitter. They are a cancer of the soul, destoying and eroding the good adn beautifull things in life.
cookie {wc2130@cnsvax.albany.edu} What makes me bitter is that my ex-wife expects me to pay child support for a FEMALE child!
Lincoln Johnson {kulahound@aol.com} It's weird, but after reading about everyone else's bittnerness, mine seems to have disapeered. It's because I was feeling bitter, but it's been said. And I'm glad to know that it's been acknoledged by others. My mind is just so full sometimes, that it's hard to say the right thing. But really close to my thoughts were La Force and Drue. Thanks.
Jessie {rnarthur@agt.net} Rejection and dishonesty tear at my soul, and when ones that are supposed to love you kill you instead. Bitterness surfaces when you see what once was a light, now a dark void within this confusion we call our world....
michele {michel8@uakron.com} What Make Me Bitter Greed This search for monetary supiority We have such a short time on this earth yet rather then try to leave something of our selves behind We try to take as much from this earth as we can before we go
Kenny O. Cruz {bonne@ite.net} Stupid people. Ignorance. Pride. Those with 'an answer'. The look on your face. The fact that I have to take another breath. Bad fashion. Ties. News. TV. Movies. Geraldo. BMW's. People who take ten minutes to try and spit out what their stupid problem is, but can never quite get past the drool streaming off their lower lip. People who don't like Heavy Metal. People who think they are 'nice'. People who think they are doing 'the right thing'. The sound of skateboarders while I am trying to sleep. Bartenders who don't buy at least one shot if you're a regular. Tourists. Nausea - nausea makes me bitter. Ex-girlfriends. The entire state of Texas. The entire 'southern' region of the US. LAX. Doctors. Lawers. Police. Military people. People who've never tripped who think it's 'wrong'. Political correctness. The Beatles. RIPPIES. Cute girls. Women who make love like they're alone. The last ten Aerosmith albums. All cab drivers - everywhere. CNN. ALL frat guys - everywhere. Chics who dig tall skinny guys with long stringy hair and no job. That makes me bitter. Guys in golf shirts. Beautiful sunny days when I have nothing to do.
Darren Littlejohn {dlittlej@polygon.net} You could say that I'm bitter against the world. I mean look at what is happening. Our towns and cities are going to s*** because of hate and apathy. We are destroying the one and only home us humans have at our disposal. Worst of all no one can truely be an individual without being labeled and suppressed.
Aimie Cannon {cannal01@holmes.ipfw.indiana.edu} You can read all about what makes me bitter in my online journal, "It's So Damn Hard Being Me!" It's got angst a-plenty, not to mention Schadenfreude and Weltschmerz for extra pretentiousness.. Click my name. Go on. It'll only hurt a little.
Michael Berry {alvoberr@slip.net} Bitter!? Yes and no. Sometimes bitter, sometimes not. A dynamic thing...(for me) In a hopefully aspect bitterness can be the first step to any action in a positive direction. In a hopeless aspect bitterness can be the first action of no reaction. Me having both sides time to time. If I try to be a little concrete then: What makes me bitter? People not taking care of their possibilities of doing something great in their and others lifes. People that are so bitter themself and don´t invite people to talk about it but are complaining and forcing people to raise agony against themself. Me myself not taking care of my own possibilities in getting rid of my bad sides. Greed, greedy politicians, greedy company managers, greed all over the world. GET RID OF THE GREED AND WE WILL HAVE A GREATER PLANET! This is my thinkings about bitterness 4:th of october 1996.
Bjoern Eriksson {nowerik@algonet.se} believing promises from lonely, genious guys who give you everything you've ever asked for. without cliche's or bad breath and tea like nothing you've ever tasted, he accomplishes the unattainable-- finding me. and now i'm here, but where is he?
e. {00ejfree@alma.edu} Angry, self absorbed, controlling, manipulative, selfish, cruel, shameless, hateful human beings. I have had a many experiences people such as these. I had been made to beleve I was unacceptable in the eyes of society, and that even God himself could not love me for me. I cannot not understand the rationale of people who get a thrill from making someone else suffer. Have they no concience?????
Rebecca J Miller {bcmiller@pop3.concentric.net} Being alone. Reaching out pathetically over and over again knowing that no one is going to take my hand. Being seen as a curiosity, not a person. Knowing that for all the strenght I show outwardly in my solitude that I have a need to be weak for someone else, maybe just once...
X {arhc@wam.umd.edu} What makes me bitter?Perhaps it is expecting a modicum of human decency from people.Listening to people cry about how noone cares.And when someone does all they can do is see how much they can abuse it.Push so hard until the only sane choice is to stop caring out of self respect/preservation.And when you have fallen to have then turn to say,"see you did'nt really care noone does."
Bryan W {dak@earthlink.net} Banks... Insurance... Automobile manufacturers... Chemical companies... Telephone companies... Electric companies... and that's just today! Lemons - too many of them! They are everywhere! I talked to one on the phone just recently who was going to the Russian River for recess. Wine and fine chocolate is the only answer to eliminating lemons and that Bitter Problem!
Karen E. {virgokey@psln.com} You give and you give and you give and you give without expecting to get back but eventually you do expect something, a dividend on your stocks, a little recompense. Recompense. You're generous with your friends, you listen and listen well. You take it for granted after a while that this is the way it is, you're going to give, and that is the end of the story. And eventually people do appreciate you. They actually return some emotion. So you let your guard down and you give parts of yourself you usually keep carefully hidden from sunlight and moisture. Like a pre-bloom poinsetta. But every time, you're forced to realize the awful truth: When you bend over, you get fucked up the ass. That, ladies and gentlemen, is cause to be bitter. I'd also like to take this opportunity to be a snide, pretentious fuck and point out the difference between anger and bitterness. Anger is an emotion. Bitterness is a way of life.
J Tarin Towers {spit@tarin.com} Biterness, hmm.... If you think about it long enough, just about all of us will find a reason to be bitter. Two- faced friends, nasty ex-lovers, relentless supervisors, big business, the list goes on... I certainly have no answers, but can only relate what has worked for me. Treat people with respect, whether they deserve it or not. Accept your faults, as those who love you accept them. After a while, you may even begin to cherish the foibles of those you love. And, most importantly, I quote Oscar Wilde, "Living well is the best revenge."
Jake {j.storey@sympatico.ca} People satisfied with dogma People who want me to be satisfied with what satisfies them People who don't know how to satisfy themselves People who are satisfied when others are not People . . . The fact that I, too, can be a people, sometimes.
Heath {103311.1246@compuserve.com} I feel that people tend to make generalisations. The nuclear family should not make anyone bitter. Possibly a nuclear family, but a generalisation is uncalled for. Organized religion does not have to be damadging. Although many hipocrites exist, a good church can exist. Generalised bitterness closes the mind. Know why you are bitter, and keep an open mind.
Jamby Taylor {jmt5460@tam2000.tamu.edu} knowing that to live a joyful life, that I will have to make decisions that will make me uncomfortable, disliked, lonely at times, but to take the easiest road will lead me down a highway of boredom and lameness. Knowing that all of my problems, I have to figure out the best answers for myself. That there is no 'right' way to live. That sex never has lasted forver. That to get to a meaty conversation I have to reveal parts of myself, swinging from a ledge. But these are also the things that make me joyful.
rob {rjackson@netguide.com} People who wallow in their own angst. Grow up -- all of you! Self expression is one thing, but falling in love with the sound of your own whining is quite another. Life is about compromise and disappointment, but incessently bitching won't change or help that. You learn to adapt or you die.
Maggie €beautiful men that are dumb as dirt €beautiful, dumb men that just wanna fuck me €beautiful, dumb men that arn't very good at fucking €guess that's why they are dumb
anna People make me bitter. They seem to think everyone owes them something when they haven't done shit for the world. They complain if the soup's too hot, or the soup too cold. They don't know what they want with life and take it out on everyone else. They think they are the ones with all the answers, who's the best race, what needs to be done with the government. It looks so simple on the outside looking in but if could see what's realy going on in the world they think twice about some of the answers they've come up with.
Chaser {KHFS22C@PRODIGY.COM} I choose not to be bitter. To me bitterness is poor use of one's energy. To me it suggests a victim's sense of grudging resignation. In my lifetime I too have been victimized by People Whose Love Becomes A Sucking Wound, Psysic Vampires, Ignorant People, Stupid People, and Decitful People. In my lifetime I too have been the above to other people. I choose to strive to not to be a victim, nor victimize others. I choose to exercise my sense of outrage at the worst of our Human Condition. I choose to exercise my sense of irony and humor at our Human Exsistence. To me outrage and humor are active elements that can move one to do something while bitterness is a passive element that drains ones energy. Robin Miller you're a kindred soul!
Steve Philpot {sphilpot@notes.mdacc.tmc.edu} I am made bitter by the broken things inside of people which make them live in fear. When people live in fear they are partly dead. They want others to be that way, because they cannot bear the light that comes from those who are fully alive. Fear is the root of greed, hate, cruelty... So many lives are spent broken.
Ben Tripp {ben@sre.sony.com} What makes me bitter? ORGIS, Teflon, SOS(Service Organization S...), Having to fight to go to JAVA training, DG, ... You know what I am talking about?
Anonymous I am bitter at people who have betrayed me in the past. I am bitter at myself for forgiving all this and not forgetting a bit. My brain hurts, and time keeps tick, tick, ticking in my head. the fact that I cannot move to sf and work for hotwired and be cool.
anon Bitter might as well be my middle name. I am bitter because i watch others walk blindly through life never stopping to relish what is really happening. I am bitter because i love so many and yet am loved by few. My friends are superficial and expect me to surrender to their petty quarrels. I am bitter because i look in the mirror everyday and i hat what i see and yet i know i can change things but I DO NOT.Why? I love to bitch and moan and complain. I survive off my bitterness and contempt for society and myself. I am bitter because I have the ability to be and i would not be me if i wasn't pissed off at least 80% of the time. Most of all I am bitter because i cannot have the one thing i really want while those around me take it for granted.This is me.
Heather {heathpe@bgnet.bgsu.edu} Corn. i am bitter that today we exist in such a world - such a society - which provides so many perfect reasons for our bitterness to exist. as i read through all of these responses, reflecting back always to rebecca's original piece, i could think only of the patriarchial, many millenia old institution(s) that we live in. what are we all truly bitter about? what did every one have in common? bitterness due to lack of power. in our society we are not educated, we are socialized. we are not told to be equal but rather better than. we are told to feel sorry (maybe) for the mistreated women and men and children of this world, but not shown how to trult relate, how to due anything about these injustices. we are all bitter, all frustrated because we want to experience powerWITH, not powerOVER others, but we are told this is not the way. so, we continue to patronize one another in a thousand different ways, trying to understand what the fuck we're supposed to be DOING. (seemingly) gone is a society which cares for it's children, it's women, it's men, it's elderly, it's environment. (seemingly) gone is any real feeling of community. well, to those folks who's response to our bitterness was not more bitterness, but simple and ugly hatred (whining 20somethings, liberal bitches) i say, at least rebecca, at least we, have the presence of mind (spirit) to say FUCK IT, IT'S WRONG, THROW IT AWAY, START ALL OVER. forget socially constructed gender, forget (old) money, forget g.i. joe and the barbie corvette. FUCK IT. oh and, by the way. what else am I bitter about? letting someone know they've made you feel in love with life, showing them that men and women CAN be lovers as well as FRIENDS, only to have them turn around and go to the nearest piece of our socially constructed reality: the lover who treats them like shit. knowing they feel compelled to do this because this is what they were taught makes me bitter. knowing that they WILL BE treated like shit makes me bitter. the fact that i am too bitter to just enjoy my fucking friendship with them makes me bitter. but hey, sometimes, we're all just a little bitter.
r. sauve {puffdragon@earthlink.net} yeah, i'm bitter, trusting but getting burned, acheiving but having thieves steal my efforts, wondering if i am too paranoid, but then realizing i am not paranoid enough, having my friends ask, "gee, don't you think that is a little pessimistic?" only to hear how they can barely make it through the day... yawn. i am over it, and i am over being over with it. it is a get on iwth my life day and by not trusting anyone, i discover that those few who prove to be trustworthy are cause for celebration. i don't celebrate often. tchuss Markings in dry clay disappear Only when the clay is soft again. Scars upon the self disappear Only when one becomes soft within. Throughout our life, but especially during our youth, many scars are inflicted upon us. Some of them are the results of violence, abuse, rape, or warfare. Others arise from bad educations. A few come from humiliation aand failure. Others are caused by our own misadventures. Unless we recover from these injuries, the scars mar us forever. Classical scriptures urge us to withdraw from our own lusts and sins. But scars that have happened through no fault of our own may also bar us from spiritual success. Unfortunately, it is often easier to give up a bad habit than recover from the incisions of others' violence. The only way is through self- cultivation. Doctors and priests can only do so much. The true course of healing is up to us alone. To do this, we must acquire many methods. travel widely, struggle to overcome our personal phobias, and perhaps most importantly of all, try to acquire as few new problems as possible. Unless we do, each one of them will bar us from true communication with the Uninverse.
Cuyler J. {swolf@mho.net} I.... am not......... I am not....... I am not now........... nor have I really ever..... been........................ bitter?
handson {handson@starone.com} Me. I start letting myself think of a reason to be bitter, and I become bitter. That's what makes me bitter, me. I do have the option to stop thinking bitter thoughts and become a different emotion or feeling. Bitterness is a choice. I do think it is good to express bitterness when the feeling is overwhelming. Thank God for bitter feelings. Those feelings can help us to become someone different. Change is good. I guess I feel bitter when people ramble on.
Tom {Tom.Myers@shelby.mt.usa} When your ideas are subject to review by people who don't understand your language. When those ideas are challenged simply because they are outside the understanding of the person listening to you. That the people currently holding the strings will not and can not see past their own limited world view.
Azza {aaron@fan.net.au} This web site. Not one of these "angry youth" web sites have ever been successful, yet they seem to pop up on "Cool Site of the Day" every month or so. You'd think people would get tired of this junk. Never-ending opinions from people with no real life experience, goals, or true wisdom. I can't decide which is more comical, the people who read this crap and actually enjoy it, or the people that put this whole thing together in the hopes to make a buck on the dis-information highway. I am in my 20s and I COULD CARE LESS ABOUT THIS CRAP! What a waste of effort. I hope this site get's hacked by a 13 year old nerd with acne. I hope you all die of AIDS. I hope you get AIDS, cut your fingers, bleed into your family's food, they eat the food, they get AIDS, and you all die together screaming. NOW THAT'S BITTER!!!!
Gerard J. Pinzone {gpinzone@i-2000.com} What makes me bitter? Nothing. Bitterness brought on by these "others" lack of "intellectual honesty"? Would that I could be spared. Bitterness is just over-wrought peevishness. Why can't we just move along to "dispare" and "angst"? Perhaps a dash of being in a state of'unacctuallized temporal discontinuity'? Phoney-ballony BullShit. Get over it. Get on with it. Cease being infernal and attempt the eternal. C.S.Lewis has addressed this non-sense very nicely in "The Screwtape Letter". Sorry if a: I have spoiled the squallid fun b: Couln't bring up my spell checker men
Max {max@nantucket.net} manic-depressive people who wallow in the slime of negativity. life ~ it is not the goal it is the ride find the beauty it IS there
Mr. Ed Hey Gerard, If you hate sights like this so much, and if you think it's all part of the dis- information highway, why don't you STAY THE FUCK AWAY? Apparently, others here DO have something constructive to say.
Rich What makes me bitter is that I finally find a site I like with people who think along similar lines.....and no one will link my page to theirs. It makes me bitter....
Darren Littlejohn {dlittlej@polygon.net} Bill Buckner... The cancellation of "Due South"... um...wait a second...I think those things come under 'pissed off', not 'bitter'... sorry.
Jim {oconnell@world.std.com} I think that being bitter SUCKS!But I'm not bitter right now, I'm sooooooooooooooooooooooooooo happy! I don't want to make all you bitter people feel even more bitter but, hey, it's not my falt I'm in such a great mood! Here's some advice to all you bitter people out there: find something You totally and uterly LOVE and take a brake from work or get away from whatever is making you bittter and spend all your time doing things you love. It works for me!
Natalie {nat@coco.net} people
ironic chick {ironic_chick@angry.org} Ignorance by self-centered rich kids who who whine about the "injustices" of the world when the only personal experience they have with "injustice" is when Mommy and Daddy won't spot them 20 bucks to gas up their car. The only "pain" you morons have experienced is the discomfort of the occasional body-piercing or tatoo fashion. Grow up pukes. If you think you have something to be bitter about, then your a FOOL.
Dan Fitch {danfitch@sfsu.edu} people who think that privileged people have no place in changing the world. privileged people are obligated to change the world. bit by bitter bit.
rebecca {rebecca@cyborganic.net} people who refuse to take responsibility for their own life, difficulties, mistakes, and actions instead choosing to blame the rest of the world for their hardships taking out their frustrations over shortcomings, failure, or inability to deal with fellow humans on those who don't share their contempt for life assuming that if others don't complain about their suffering or struggles that they must not have had any the belief that those who succed do so because of a stacked deck expecting the world to come to them and angry that it rushes past I'm bitter about the government taking a huge percentage of the money I earn. I'm even more bitter about that money being used to restrict what I can read and listen to. I'm bitter about the quality of public education in the United States. My nephew was recently taught that lemmings commit mass suicide. His teacher passed off this silly urban legend as a fact. I'm bitter that stores in Boston are allowed to broadcast elevator music from loudspeakers mounted on the outside of their buildings. I'm prohibited, with good reason, from walking around with a boom box. Why should stores be allowed to do the same sort of thing? I'm bitter about the entire surfaces of busses, including the windows, being covered with advertisements. Not only does this make the view from the inside of the busses grey and dismal, but many people with vision problems miss their stops because they cannot see out of the windows at all. There are some other things that I'm bitter about. How much space can this site take up on the server? What makes me bitter??? Lonliness. Following that quote from "Grumpy Old Men" that says "The only things you regret in life are the risks you didn't take.", and hopping on a bus to travel six hours away to meet a guy you've never met. Now what's bitter about that, you ask? Falling in love. Spending the four best days of your life together, on the 21st story balcony, watching the sunset, watching the sunrise, seeing the fireworks all over Toronto on Canada Day, staring at a blue moon and wondering why it's called a blue moon. Dancing under the stars, listening to Bob Marley, eating Greek food. Deciding that it could never work because of the distance, hearing the words "I love you, Jen", crying as you buy the bus ticket home. Watching the road as you leave the Toronto city limits, arriving home with a sinking feeling in your heart, a canyon of emptiness in your soul. The bitterness of finding someone that you have fun with, someone you can fight with, someone you can cuddle with, someone who makes that important impression in your world, and not being able to be with them, due to situations beyond your control. Yeah...that makes me bitter.
Jennifer {x95matthewso@wmich.edu} I'm not bitter. I suppose it's wrong in this day and age to be young and happy.
Daniel Murphy {danmurph@indiana.edu} People who think they think, but don't. Luckily, this makes them predictable, and those of us who do think can model them and use the model to work around them. I still get bitter about having to modify me to make up for their damage. It's horribly inefficient. Eventually I suppose we'll find the genetic marker for it and target a modified virus at the real problem...
H. Seldon hmmmm. . . . people make me bitter but when i think about the things that they do which make me bitter, i usually find that i pull the same stupid shit on them. so it doesn't seem too fair for me to sit here on an anonymous little soapbox and stammer and spew on about all the ways i've been betrayed and dissed and shit on-because i've done a little betraying, a little dissing and a lot of shitting myself. i used to think that everyone was fucked up except me . . then i got wise and realized that i'm a little fucked up but not half as bad as everyone else . . . now i think that i'm just as fucked up as everyone else - i used to riducule anything that wasn't in my little sphere of what was cool or normal until i realized that people like that really make me bitter. . . so now i just figure that no one has any answers-no one's any cooler-no one knows what we're here for or where we'll go when this place is finished with us . . . we're all just one fucked up conglomerate of emotion and desire and insecurity . . . oh yeah somewhere along the way i discovered that it's fun as hell to laugh and frolic and be foolish and worry-free . . and even though there are a fucking million and one reasons to be bitter . . . being bitter sucks and there are a million and two reasons to be happy so i refuse to be bitter anymore because happiness is just too much fucking fun although it does make me bitter that i rambled through this whole windbag schpiel and was too lazy to use a single capital letter so i guess my laziness makes me bitter
klammy {klammy@aol.com} waste, disconcern,ignorance, lack of motivation, politics, war, killing children, religion, lies, deceit. It's time to end the greed and anger. It's time to care for one another. Educate yourself...open...live...love..... Patrek
Patrick {PatrekB@juno.com} Rebecca, I am overcoming my bitterness over the abject and utter failure of Twentieth Century Feminism (as represented by my nazi, pig, bitch, slut, ex-wife) and may eventually forgive myself for wasting so many years as a selfish, depressed, bitter, dip-shit pseudo-hippy jerk off. HOWEVER, I may never forgive myself for failing my son - for letting our shit society vindicate the hypocricy of a WOMB SICK, deluded individual who treated that beautiful child as a hostage. The politically correct, single-parent households of today are a disgrace and an unmitigated disaster. Their celebrity advocates are perpetuating a shameless fraud on our society which is a dis-service of the first order. Women who have seized upon this life-style, not out of some virtuous necessity, but out of megalomania, greed or self-indulgence have impoverished the lives of thousands, perhaps millions of children - emotionally, intellectually, spiritually, and economically. It's an ugly power grab by people who have lost their humanity by denying that of others - males. U.S. Senator Barbara Mikulski of Maryland has led the rush of feminist swine to the trough of rhetorical excess and legislative absurdity. Twentieth Century Feminism was important for our society, way back in somewhen, but it has long since lost it's way in the woods. It's "leaders" are myopic and bluffing. They DON'T have a better society in mind. Just one where-in the old un-acceptable roles are reversed. Reproductive rights - the right to murder - legitimize genetic blackmail: "You give me that Carte Blanche or I'll have an abortion". The debate on this subject has been hopelessly intellectually dishonest. It is ripping the guts out of any sense of morality or ethics this society ever had. The result will be uglier than anything any of us will be able to stand. Hitler was just yesterday. Feminism is only fanning the flames of genocide. This ultimate power-struggle can only return us to a patriarchal rape mentality. I saw the "Barmstadt Facility" outside of Pinneburg (a suburb of Hamburg)...the hunting lodge barracks for the SS, the long, low cinderblock "barn" for the "breeders", the crematorium for ...what?... the failed eugenics experiments? Aw fuck it. Who cares. I declare, "Land War is the Greatest Thing Since the Gong Show" . I am now a full-fledged, wanna-be member of the black flag society of bone-cracking, marrow-sucking, blood-drinking, baby-eating, mother-killing, father-raping sons-of-bitches. Let's Rock.
SkyFreak {okskyhi@erols.com} Going to the prom, only to be trashed by the girl who asked me for the whole night, being mistreated and shunned by the rest of her clique. Bitch.
decker What makes me bitter? Poorly crafted diatribe from some yeast-ridden goblin.
Rob P. those who deny who they are. those who deny the right for tooth and claw to exist, to devour what can, to destroy your idea, to covet, to hate, to lust. ...and that which is beyond me.
headhunter The fact that we all realize the bitterness in the world but seem to do nothing to effectively alleviate it. We all know Humankind is destined to repeat the same mistakes that lead to the misery and bitterness over our existence. It's the frustration of seeing what needs to be done but just not getting it right. Why is that? Why can't we do what it takes? Why don't we possess resolve along with reason? "The horror. The horror."
woof that youth is wasted on the young.
carl there is alot of shit going on. the wheels of evolution are turning too slowly for me. this opposites thing- bitterness/happiness or this-that's how life is make it the best you can. these attitudes i don't want to listen to. bitter. depressed. pathetic. i'll find a solution.
tuan {tphan4@bayou.uh.edu} Those who are *surprised* and *disappointed* by the selfish, brutish, manipulative, and downright mean actions of others make me bitter. Face it - every one of us possesses these less than admirable, but human, motivations; most of us usually don't act on them. When one places his brethren on a sparkling pedestal, he can't help but be disappointed when their behavior all too regularly lacks altruism. If, however, others are viewed as they truly are (human), their unscrupulous actions will likely be taken in stride. Kindness and selflessness will cease to be taken for granted, but be seen as the wondrous deviations that they are and actually be appreciated. Then life becomes a series of pleasant surprises.
Jake {ubs!jdesanti@uunet.uu.net} Schiester, Schmuck Schnook, Nebbish, film producers from California and New York (are there any other kind of producers?) Disgruntled employees. Insubordinate serfs. Fargin Bleeding Heart Liberals (hippicritical, self righteous bastards) Teachers that try and explain that they put in the same number of hours as the rest of the professional world. yah right! Auto workers that ask for job security in a global economy. The smug old boys club (hippicritical, self righteous bastards) Winter Toronto's "centre of the universive" self interested, self indulgent, self absorbed, self righteous, snot nose, bullshit attitude! "Kill your parents, fuck your friends, have a nice day!" Buddy Ackerman (Kevin Spacey) Swimming With Sharks
the rube Actually, right now I'm more amused than bitter. Life is unfair, huh? No kidding. I'll be sure to mention y'all said that when I see some kids in Rwanda. The world is unfair, male-dominated, sexist, homophobic, and all the other various traits? Not exactly front-page news. Attila the Hun considered gang rape a spectator sport. Now that's the case only in a few fraternities or on Cinemax at 4 a.m. It's easy to go online and bitch, then opt to simply withdraw into your own little world. The reason big money wins is because we let it. If the NRA stole Congress it's because we left the window open. If I read another quote from a 21-year-old who has time to camp out for a week for Pumpkins tickets but says she doesn't have time to read a fucking newspaper, I'll.... Well, there you have it. I am bitter after all. And so what? Where did anybody get the idea that life is, or should be, fair? How could that even be possible? What kind of fucked-up idealism is that? Go ahead, question authority. Authority could definitely use it. But don't think the Fray is about questioning authroity, cuz authority ain't on the Fray. Authority probably doesn't know how to use a computer.
root {FQXC89A@prodigy.com} What makes me bitter is that this world consists billions upon billions of people (civilians) and only less than one percent consists of politicans and beaucracies who control our lives. These controlling few can tell us what we can and can't do, and what is worse, they hold our lives in their hands and at any moment, they can choose to destroy it. Why can't we, as billions upon billions of people, revolt against such beaucracies and put the fate of our lives back into our own hands. Why can't we just say 'fuck off' when some power-hungry dick wants to test their nuclear weapons in our backyards. Why can't we????
Tuey {le.tuyet.td@bhp.com.au} Politician-like people make me bitter. These peoples determined to find middle ground, instead of accepting diversity. We don't have to get along. We can agree to disagree. Our political system makes me bitter (I think most of them would, though...) My own inability to cope can sometimes do it too.
Remi {erd3515@umoncton.ca} So many responses! So much has already been said. This slew of ideas makes me bitter. Why has the parallel action of millions of human minds failed to produce a cohesive answer. I'm upset that so many people struggle with bitterness and angst day to day (including me) and I can give no reason why they shouldn't. To say they are wrong sounds sanctimonious. It is a failure of my own understanding to dismiss others bitterness as 'whining.' There is a reason why people are bitter, and it's not insignifigant. I can accept my own occassional bitteness because I know that I can find exceptional beauty in the material and the people around me. I have the power to synthesize my own expressions of beauty with these things. For me, bitterness is just a spur. No one could solve the problem for me, no one book, or electronic post will have the answer. In seeking, never will I be satisfied. So I choose to contradict myself. Peace is nothing and everything, it is no thought, it is relenquishing any intellectual inquiry, abandoning any seeking, and ceasing all contrived self-expression. At this point I am of no use to the world, but I am blissfully happy. Not ignorant, or naive, but filled with recognition that I have ability to rejoice in any trivial item and to beleive whatever I choose.
Dustin Perkins {rrabbitt@leland.stanford.edu} There are a lot of petty things that make me bitter. Sad to say, there are a few big things that make me bitter. Mostly they concern myself and how the world reacts toward me. For example, I've just turned 20. I cannnot share a sence of "I know what ya mean" with a lot of people. I never gone out with any woman for more than a night (all ending with a good-nite handshake), while everyone I know has someone. I work in an office where everyone is conciderably older than I am. (insult to injury, since I am the youngest they treat me like some sort of idiot-leper) I guess what I'm trying to say is that lonliness makes me bitter. No, scratch that. The incapacity to accept my lonliness makes me bitter. If I believed that I could very well be alone for the rest of my life I would most certainly have lost hope. When the light is gone, all you know is darkness. The pain comes from knowing something is lost. Its what gives rise to the need to reclaim what you've lost. I hope that makes sence to someone...I don't think I understand myself sometimes. In so long as I can fight I'll survive, I suspect. But the other thing that makes me bitter is the total disreguard people have for others and the powerless feeling I gives me to know I can't prevent it.
Cyberwolf {asalazar@teletechusa.com} relax. have a beer.
mark {markuz@sirius.com} stupidity. ignorance. hate. ignorance. greed. did I mention ignorance? people who take my life into their hands and think they're doing me a favor. uhm...yeah... what makes me bitter? Ignorance (I know it's been said). Apathy, stubborness, cruelty, the usual. You can probably guess by my address that I am not usually in a bitter state of mind. My bitterness is never all-encompassing, ever-lasting. It arises with an experience, thought, action,... and disappears. Bitterness - just one emotion among the many. I lost a friend for the first time in my life, death of a friend. What made me bitter-those who dwelled on their personal loss instead of the world's, those who could not justify, rationalize the death - why does death need to be justified? Yeah, I'm always smiling, so what? It doesn't mean I'm always happy, smiling makes other people smile, or gag, but life goes on. Life IS - that's it. I don't think there's a point, I just try to be the best I can be, do unto others, make the world a better place, and learn as much as I possibly can about everything. Final word from me: Smile if you can and when you can, if you want to. If not, don't.
steph {allsmilz@ix.netcom.com} i can't afford to be bitter. i'm a black man living in america en la vida sin corazon. i rage. i throw my half eaten pizza slice at the cabbie who passes me by, but i am not bitter. i rage. i cruise down the ave with the windows down blasting whatever rap says fuck you the best. but i am not bitter. i have the blues and i sing them regularly, so i am not bitter. this is america. i don't expect much. but i still get love every now and then. so i am not bitter. i redirect my rage into an oppositionality that ultimately gains more intelligence as time goes by. texaco makes me happy. st petersburg makes me happy. the truth of the pain i claim becoming obvious makes me happy. especially when it makes other people bitter. because in the end, i am the other, yet i am not bitter. Anti-abortionists who kill to make a point, managers who know not, patronizing, depression, cheap red wine, people who take advantage, and those who allow themselves to be taken advantage.
Badger Wilson {cwilson01@sprynet.com} When you put in more than your best and you get no recognition. When people controls things, which they have no right to be doing. When people, who are are scum, get breaks which you always dream of. When you are unable to achieve things for want of money.
Ashok Hegde {ashokh@corus.com} ....people that treat you like friends then dump you without letting you know why.
Kevin-John Black {cole@vivid.com} Bitter? I'll tell you what makes me bitter...Even as I watch, my country and its constitution is being ripped apart by a second round of prohibition laws, this time against psychotropics *other* than alcohol. The first round, in the 1920's, led to the firm establishment of organized crime in the U.S., and a wave of lawlessness unparallelled til now...Further, those who continued to partake (including those who voted dry and drank wet) lost that respect for the law required in a non-police- state. So we erase the constitution, bit by bit...we mow down entire forests for fear of growing hemp for paper instead... We funnel money to the monsters in organized crime and the monsters our police are forced to become...We erode respect for the law by making illegal what the majority of the population has done at least once...And for what? Is the gain worth the loss? E A R W A X The growing and unilaterally accepted idea that work and the acquisition of money and material goods is the driving force of life. Two weeks of vacation a year Lack of public transportation The southeastern U.S. spread-out-over-all-creation and cover-up-nature-with-minimalls-and-asphalt- cause-god-knows-land-is-cheap-and-we-can't- even-spell-aesthetical-harmony style of so-called `Urban Planning`. American bread. The defense budget. Doctors who refuse to give any credence to alternative medicines or therapies which, in their countries of origin, were developed over time scales thousands of years longer than 'real' medicine. Western political policy
dirkman {dirk@highlander.com} The death of my mother..she died too young and too sudden, She left me alone to sit and wait and hate everyone. She didn't give me a chance to tell her how much I love her and need her. I was not able to see me, be me and then show her me afterwards. She always told me I'll be looking for her after she dies. It makes me bitter that I never got the chance to prove her wrong. Living with death sucks.
Gail {charlesg@dsuper.net} Gone just gone no trace no words to erase the feeling she’s not the only thing that left away with her and her hair and her eyes and her smile flew my pride Hope and faith in my own feelings intuition wow, such a good feeling everything’s finally going to be ok it's all good all good I had such a good feeling about this gone gone gone without even so much as a whisper I think about it and think about it and think about it and nothing makes any more sense than it ever did except that there’s a black cloud of doom hanging over me and hanging over me and hanging over me and it doesn’t go away and I don't know anything any more except that I should only expect the worst ever about anything ever black black infinitely black
Darren Littlejohn {dlittlej@polygon.net} What makes me BITTER (or, is that BITE - HER?) are those people who believe they are SOOOO open- minded, however, are so close-minded they could see through a keyhole with both eyes! Open mindedness means having the ability to see things OBJECTIVELY!!! Ever hear of that word? Those out there thinking one political viewpoint, is such idiocy, and refuse to even entertain the idea that it has merit, have left objectivity (hence: open mindedness) long ago. I know many Democrats who would even refuse to be friends with someone voting Republican...Boy, that's such liberal, open-mindedness!!!...It's nice to know we have such pragmatics among us!
Jerome Lyons {jlyons@dbc.com} People who act like they own you. Though I know no-one does so I suppose I shouldn't worry about it.
Daniel Lopez {daisy@dircon.co.uk} *organized religion* *people who look the other way; people who are "safe"*
Aspen {aspen@deimos.frii.com} I'm bitter for the simplest of reasons: I ain't gettin' any. I'm pissed because I've tried to be a good person, because I treat people (not just women or men) with respect, dignity, and kindness (unless they really piss me off), and people (women in particular) seem to take that as permission to try to shit on me. Now, I make sure that they don't even *think* about doing it twice, but I still hear all this hypocritical bullshit about how there are no good men out there. In fact, there are plenty, but the women who make these complaints throw themselves at scum and wonder why they get victimized. Fuck 'em. Fool me once, shame on you; fool me twice, shame on me. If they haven't learned by now, they have no reason to bitch.
Tom {lmaddox@ppg01.sc.hp.com} I am bitter about: Being single while all my friends are finding love. Actually feeling bitter about my friends' happiness. Wasting my time at a job that is sucking the life out of me, but staying with it because it pays the bills and puts food on my table. Seeing a quarter century of my life gone by, and I haven't contributed anything meaningful to society except my share of waste and carbon dioxide.
Grum {ghudson@icis.on.ca} What makes me bitter? People like you who assume that I am actively oppressing them because I refuse to buy into your selfish, self-absorbed agenda. People who assume that white males are the root of all evil. You think that the bill or rights only works for the white males? Try reading it again. It guarantees, among other things, the right for you to say what you do. It also guarantees the other basic civil rights you enjoy but apparently take for granted. Live for a while in a place like Saudi Arabia, or India, or Libya. You may learn to appreciate just how free you are. Stop whining, and do something about it. Do something by living a just life, free from the evils you profess to hate but don't really know anything about. If you choose to actively suck the joy out of living for others, then you would be doing the world a great favor (as well as making a big statement) if you were to just kill yourself and get it over with. You make me sick.
Don {levey@netcom.com} What makes me bitter is that my generation's notoriety is based on bitterness, grunge, retro 70's clothing, excessive drug use, and thinking we are the heir-apparent to beat poets. What makes me happy is that soon the last of GENx will be forced to leave home/college and become wage drones like our fathers and fathers before them. Face it. Life will beat you down. You're nothing special. Stop whining. We've got it better than anyone else in the world.
Jon i have known bitterness for many years. i have developed a technical vocabulary to better express and share bitterness with. i am bitter at myself for not being able to forget.. for remembering only my mistakes and never my moments of triumph. for only looking forward for hope and only seeing despair when i look backward. it's hard to find and keep anything good that way. i am bitter when other people are too lazy to actually go out and experience a particular part of the world and find it easier to just make a snap judgement coming off the need to move the conversation along rather than actually connect with something they really believe inside. everyone does this, myself included. we have to sometimes in order to function. but when you do it too much, you start to substitute your reflexive cop-out propositions for actual knowledge, and you know things you couldn't possibly know from your experiences, and you are holding incorrect data in your head. and another drop falls into my bittern. I am bitter about many things, but the thing that makes me most bitter is my own bitterness. fuck. a poem. Fuck the world. Fuck God. Fuck Satan. Fuck Republicans. Fuck humans. Fuck my mom. Fuck my dad. Fuck my stupid pregnant half sister. Fuck gettin high. Fuck all the people in my hometown. Fuck all my ex loser-friends. Fuck my clients. Fuck people who think they're better than me. Fuck people who blame everyone else for their problems. Fuck people who have perfect lives and freak when stupid meaningless things happen to them. Fuck rich people. Fuck black people who think they're better than you cuz they can beat you up. Fuck white people who think they're better then you cuz they're white. Fuck flamboyant faggots who make all other gay people look bad. Fuck the type of minority who doesn't do shit with his life and blames his pathetic life on other people. Fuck gangbangers. Fuck suburban white kids who try to be gangbangers. Fuck people who do drugs cuz they think it makes them cool. Fuck MTV for being such a piece of commercialized bullshit. Fuck trendy "goth" kids who've seen The Crow more than ten times. Fuck people who like NIN, but didn't like them when they first came out. Fuck Coolio. Fuck Snoop Doggie Dog. Fuck Oasis. Fuck people who don't like Alanis Morisette becuz they think she's trendy. Fuck "anti-cool" people who go against every trend and "cool thing" in a pathetic attempt to be REALLY cool, but only end up having they're lives dictated in a reversed way. Fuck people who can taste a difference between Pepsi and Coke. Fuck religious freaks. Fuck people who don't believe on God, but don't know why. Fuck people who don't think for themselves. Fuck people who spam the newsgroups. Fuck the people who reply to spams on the newsgroups and say waste of time shit like "Please don't spam this newsgroup!". Fuck Bill Gates. Fuck Doom. Fuck Sega. Fuck the WB Network. Fuck racist people. Fuck homophobic people. Fuck ignorant people. Fuck people who don't know HTML. Fuck non-smokers. Fuck people who think they're cool. Fuck people who don't realise that true coolness is doing whatever the fuck YOU want to do. Fuck hip-hop wanna-be's that wear Tommy Hilfiger. Fuck alternative wanna-be's that wear Dr. Martens. Fuck the way Poppy Z. Brite uses the term "clove smoke" a million times in her hollow novels. Fuck Michale Crichton. Fuck the cast of "Friends". Fuck Beavis and Butthead. Fuck stupid movies. Fuck people who didn't like Independance Day and said shit like "but it's plot was so thin", and don't realize it was supposed to be a FUN movie not a stupid Oscar contender. Fuck people who say "West Coast" and then throw up that stupid "W" sign with their hands. Fuck people who do the same thing with the East Coast. Fuck people who say "representin" and "keep it real". Fuck Pearl Jam for not doing anything different. Fuck heroin. Fuck Quentin Tarantino for not making a good moive in a long time. Fuck Stephen King for not writing a good book since Needful Things. Fuck people who don't like this web site. Fuck people who send me junk mail. Fuck people who don't send me mail. Fuck lpage for making a guestbook service that sucks. Fuck Web Rings. Fuck the Link Exchange. Fuck the Commonwealth Network. Fuck people who like Web Rings, Link Exchange, and the Commonwealth Network, and don't realize they're all scams to get more hits to the originators site, or make money off of your hard work. Fuck people who have home pages that suck. Fuck Dave Siegel for making good web sites, and knowing it. Fuck people who don't read D-Tales. Fuck people who don't appreciate me. Fuck my girlfriend. Fuck AIDS. Fuck people who have unprotected sex and say shit like "I don't use condoms cuz it takes away the feeling, and beside i can CONTROL myself." Fuck people who smoke Marlboro Lights. Fuck all my typos in this thing. Fuck the Christian Coalition. Fuck Billy Graham. Fuck people who want to censor the Internet. Fuck frames. Fuck MIDI files. Fuck the energizer bunny. Fuck not being able to call on my creativity at will. Fuck writer's block. Fuck Christmas. Fuck not getting paid on time. Fuck people who think they're hot shit. Fuck Pagemill's stupid META tag. Fuck the fact that i use Pagemill. Fuck cybersex. Fuck Microsoft Internet Explorer. Fuck sports. Fuck not being in shape. Fuck not being able to smoke in the house. Fuck rules that don't make sense. Fuck the TV rating system. Fuck Marvel comics. Fuck Rob Liefeld. Fuck Richard Garfield for fuckin up Magic by reprinting all the good shit. Fuck people who don't know i had a Black Lotus. Fuck white weenie decks. Fuck that dumb Vampire Cult. Fuck people who want to be vampires. Fuck people who pretend to be vampires. Fuck people who have nothing to do but read, write, and breathe vampire crap. Fuck people who aren't original enough to write anything except vampire bullshit. Fuck Anne Rice. Fuck Dean R. Koontz. Fuck Cake. Fuck 311. Fuck Death Row. Fuck people who don't like Wu0Tang Clan. Fuck people who don't like Smashing Pumpkins. Fuck old people who try to be "cool". Fuck life. Fuck America. Fuck England. Fuck Australia. Fuck Mexico. Fuck Puerto Rico. Fuck Iraq. Fuck IQ tests. Fuck grades. Fuck school. Fuck lousy teachers. Fuck proper grammar. Fuck AP Chemistry. Fuck Liberty High School. Fuck Washington D.C.. Fuck Largo High School. Fuck Dario Cruz and his big bus of religious freaks. Fuck people who did me wrong when i was young. Fuck people who do me wrong now. Fuck people who will do me wrong in the future. Fuck people who can't recognise greatness when they see it. Fuck people who put me down. Fuck myself for letting people get me down. Fuck people who don't think i can do it. Fuck people who know i can do it and try to hold me back. Fuck myself for letting people hold me back. Fuck anybody who has evil intentions towards me. Fuck me for having evil intetnions towards good people. Fuck good people for being too ignorant to be evil. Fuck me for writing this whole list of shit. Fuck you for reading this whole list of shit. Fuck anything I missed on this big list of shit. Fuck this big list of shit. Fuck everything.
Dustin Ashe {xtorres@primenet.com} What makes me bitter.... hmmmm.... happy peppy people who say things like "Don't worry, be happy! Focus on the good things you have!" when you tell them to leave you alone. Can't they just shut up every now and then? Or when you try and help bitter people and they say "Shut up and leave me alone" instead of nicely saying "Please, I don't feel like talking about it." You know, I'm defeating my own purpose right there. Both situations make me bitter, but they're the only 2 choices. Oh, what the hell! I'M DROWING IN A SEA OF BITTERNESS!!!! Shut up and don't try to save me. Its a bittersweet end. The knowledge that I do not, nor have ever had, the talent to be a writer.
Darryl Marcelline {csmcan@interramp.com} As I read the text submitted by most of the people on this page, I feel disappointed in my fellow human. And, I also feel my life is a boar. That’s not to say to say I’m without problems and conflict, but that I am content in knowing that I am on a journey of continual self improvement and that I, and I ALONE, can, and am, making continual adjustments to secure my happiness. All this fuss about bitterness. Who has the time for it?
Mike Watson {mikew@intworks.com} Pedro Bustamante Bitterness has made me a cold person. People walk all over me because I am generous, because I am friendly, and because I let them. People try to tell me what I need to do with my life. Even my "best" friends People whine to me about life when they have it much easier than most. People who lie to me for their personal gain. People who tell me to look at life from their perspective, but can’t see life from mine. Now I don't trust anyone and that’s what bitterness has done for me. I wish I’d like myself enough to do what I really want. I am getting there.
nicholas {nicholas@kurzweil.com} Hmmm...what makes me bitter? All the bitter people, even though I am one. All the people too ignorant/optimistic to be bitter. People in general, self included, with all their stupidities and flaws. Life.
kris {kerupp@bsuvc.bsu.edu} Current things that make me bitter? All this DAMN snow!! Falling in love with ALL the wrong people. Not having someone to kiss. Having moody friends. Trying to *smile* when I don't want to hear "let's be friends"
Jennifer {x95matthewso@wmich.edu} I was driving down a main street near my house when about 10 cars ahead a truck experienced a bad case of steering lock-up and crashed into a light pole with such force that the light that normal bends out over the road came down, hit the truck and rolled into the street. He blocked both lanes of traffic on the right side as his truck dropped pieces of metal and assorted fluids. No cars stopped, no one looked twice... the man in the truck was slumped over the wheel, but people ignored him as the drove around the light housing in the street, nearly causing at least 2 more accidents. I got out of my car as people blared their horns because i held up traffic and sprinted to the truck to help the guy. People came out of their houses to watch, and when i called out for someone to call an ambulance, no one moved. easily 20 cars ignored this man, and another dozen houses were more entranced at the sight of his radiator spewing into the street. That did not help my bitterness. Wow. Wow about everything that I just read. Wow about some of the things that will be said after me. Wow. I thought I had some things to be bitter about, mundane little things that have been said, oh, a thousand times or so already, but they are insignificant now. Bitter....am I really bitter.....I'm not even exactly sure what the word means. Perhaps looking in the dictionary would help. "Distasteful or distressing to the mind." Well, that would be quite a big chunk of life, wouldn't it? Almost everything is distasteful or distressing to the mind, at times. And life is too much full of too much fun to hate 90% of it. "Marked by intensity or severity." That narrows it down, but...well....life is trite anyways. It's hard for me to be bitter even though some shit has happened to me in my life. I can write this without fear of being viewed differently or being ostracized or treated differently (yes, despite the attempts at "being different," most of us are still very socially aware) because I know I'll probably never see any of you in my life, and even if I do, it doesn't matter that you know my secrets--they are a part of me. My dad used to beat me. Why? I don't know. Out of love, he said. To make me a better person. The counselor said that he honestly believed it was okay for him to "discipline" me in this manner. Whatever. I was bitter and resentful at first....but...I don't know. I've changed, I guess. I dream of getting away to college and creating a separate life of my own and now, with that goal in front of me, I am no longer bitter. Although I don't love my dad, I love life, and a wonderful friend of mine named Stan has taught me that there is nothing you can't overcome when you want it badly enough and when you're willing to fight hard enough. This works for better or for worse, but it is applicable to all situations. Those who are bitter about sexism? Sitting on your ass being bitter ain't gonna change anything. Racism? Fuck the losers who think race determines quality of character. Even if s/he is stopping you from what you want--fight it. Or work with it. Subvert it. Subvert the government. Self-criticism, loneliness, unhappy at how life is going? It's all mental. It can be changed. Happiness is a concious choice. You and you alone determine how you view the world. It's perspective on life that's important, not "who's more bitter than who." We're all faced with social injustice, failure, self-hate. But we are also all filled with small everyday triumphs, simple pleasures, and the capacity to love. (grin) I sound like a goddam Hallmark card, don't I? =) I'm not belittling anyone's choice to be bitter. Goodness knows that present bitterness can lead to future insight. And, as long as nobody tries to convert me to bitterness, as long as no one invades that little private space, as long as I am allowed to believe what I want to believe, then I have no problem with bitterness. I just choose not to follow that path. Why? Perspective, views, choices--even though we have all have things to intensly hate and things to intensly love, we're all endowed with those three things. Perspective, views, choice--these are all three things that nobody can take away from us, these are all things that only WE can take away from ourselves. And as long as I know that these three things are in my power and my power alone, I can't be bitter with a life that lets me control my own thoughts and go about my little world knowing that I can choose not to be bitter.
Melissa {chalcidoni@usa.net} the whole 57th and Fifth Avenue scene in NYC....face-lifted women in fur coats made of endangered species...theres nothing as heartless as fur coat wearers...it also seems that as soon as someone steps foot on Fifth Ave. (I have to, I work here and need too home eveyday) their head immedietely goes up their ass - WHy is this?..
vampirella {alisonr@ny.playboy.com} Who makes me bitter? Jerks who don't actually know any members of an ethnic group or gays or lesbians, but hate whole groups of these people in general. KKK'rs and gay bashers that actually have it in them to inflict bodily harm on those people. Incredible assholes like Lincoln Johnson, who resents sending child support to his ex-wife for, I quote, "a FEMALE child". Dolts like Skylark, that have a problem with women, think their place is "in the home". Chickenshits that make asinine posts like LJ & Sky but won't leave an e-mail address or, better yet, leave a bogus address. People that exploit their young daughters and instill in them the beauty pagent mentality that is so prevalent in so many vapid women today. These same girls/women that have boob jobs; go weekly to get their fake nails done; wear fur coats, bleach/tint/dye their hair; wear false eyelashes; wear the latest fashion no matter how bad they look because it cost enough $ so they just know they must be doing "the right thing". Advertisers that perpetuates this crap during during brutally violent 'made for TV' movies. Anybody wonder why today's kids are screwed up? In general, prigs and prejudiced lamers make me bitter that even in this day and age, people can be hung up on old hates and trivialities when there are real issues at hand. Issues like the cost of welfare to taxpayers so abandoned children of pigs like Lincoln Johnson can eat & have decent winter coats, for one. How to get able-bodied, young, uneducated people off of welfare and into the workforce for another.
callietoo {callie@flash.net} Bitter.....yes I am. I dont look forward to feeling this way the rest of my life so I'm attempting to change things.....if I see things differently then bitterness won't be a factor. But for now.......yes I am. I'm bitter about being born a baby-boomer with all the baggage that brought. I grew up with the bomb, white sugar, preservatives, and plastic. I grew up in a wholly male-dominated society that even today I am helping to sustain. I can bitch all I want to but do I search for the means to change things? No. It's easier to bitch........ I am bitter because since I was a mere zygote I have been programmed to be "the ideal woman". Never mind that no one ever has been and no one ever will be... the attainability of " perfection" is impossible and at the core, undesirable. We are not meant to have flaws that show, physical or attitudinal ones. I was brainwashed into believing that I could not be accepted by myself or others unless I was naturally blonde, 5'8" or taller, 120 lbs or less, and a social and mental genius. My skin was not supposed to be oily and my pits were not supposed to smell.......not to mention "that other place". As I grew up, I learned that I also must be a sexual dynamo that not only could satisfy any man or woman on the planet better than any other human could, but also I had to be able to be multi-orgasmic. I had to be able to come just thinking about it. On top of all this.....I was supposed to have children and a husband and a house and be ever so happy with them. It might not come as a surprise that I have not attained these goals set for me by society and in particular, the media. On the one hand, I have a burning hatred for what this country has done to our girls. On the other hand, I have a burning hatred for myself because I have "failed". Bitter? I guess you could say so.
rebecca brockett {pfunketeer@msn.com} The discovery that bad habits are not easily discarded even when clearly delineated is a great source of bitterness. For me an even greater source of bitterness is the flip side of this, which is that good habits are not easily learned. Inertia seems to be the thing that reduces the likely hood that I will solve many problems (mine or other's) and this makes me very bitter, as I feel quite dissappointed in myself.
andrew {andrew@flinet.com} well.... Firstly, i have to agree with the original text, there is alot of ignorance, mis-conceptions etc. in this world that make me bitter but one of the biggest things is an apathetic attitude - people who hate/inflict pain upon a cat for instance just for the fact that its a cat, a total lack of interest in empathising with the creature. People who dont try to understand why you act a way you do and simply put it down to the fact that "oh that person has an attitude problem - they are different from the rest of us - its *their* fault that they act that way" well, those are just two things }:o|
Ray {mooseman@ihug.co.nz} This is what makes me really bitter: My lazyness. My ignorance. My lies (I've even learned to lie to myself.) Dreaming to be ALIVE and fearing to fulfill this dream. My goddamn fucking lifestyle!
Katarakt {katarakt@hotmail.com} I am only here to take a little umbrage. Mad About You is a wonderful program. It's clever and entertaining and fantasy. Its politics are pro-gay/les/bi, pro-liberal, pro-people, pro-love, in a time when that sort of innocence projected over the aerials of the world is bandwidth unwasted. I am otherwise in large agreement with the author and respect the need to bitch about things. it's a measure of the charming perspicacity of our humanity that we can be spoiled; that not matter how good our lives get, we can still ask for more. if we were to live our lives simply being thankful for what we have, rather than focusing energy on what we have not, we would hardly leave the womb.
joseph of windows to sky {thenewhouse@earthlink.net} this
david cohen {dcohen@cinti.net} what curdles my milk of human kindness is the sheer ineptitude of the people who currently running hundreds of countries around the world. Second to that is the realisation that these people are often well regarded by the people they rule. Makes you cry, doesn't it?
michael nelson {michael@afct.org.au} What makes me bitter is the inability of people forgive. People who solve problems by ignoring them. People who refuse to allow themselves to be happy, and others to be happy. We are all connected one way or another through the society in which we live. We are not perfect we will make mistakes. TAKE THE TIME TO HELP CORRECT THEM, if you don't, if not you, somebody will get a kick in the ass, and feel the need to pass it on!!
Miles {tier@autobahn.mb.ca} everything everything everything everything but take 2 and call in the morning and it may work out. Have you heard what the color blue has been saying about you lately? they're all out to get you they are you know that they know that you know that MR PEABODY knows and hes a highly self absorbing guy like a paper towel! actions speak louder than whining. However, whining and dining along with maybe a show and two dibs is all some people can look up to, so let me complain some more
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kerry the phone makes me nauseous
mathew {yku02289@yorku.ca} I'm really fucking sick of theese cuntfuckers that Kill doctors at abortion clinics Like life before birth is more important than life after birth and the dumbasses that think a dogs life comes before a human's Don't get me wrong life is life but the shit heads that can justify murder by murder should fry
cody {davenutah@mns} What really makes me bitter is that we all live for others. We are too busy pleasing our so-called friend; "Yes, is that that you want to hear?" It's when we try to escape this screwed up society. We try to run from our problems..maybe escaping repression, racism, death, and the rest that plague this damned world. It's hearing my parents fight makes me bitter. It's hearing one million deaths in a day. And then, it's when we try to write about our problems we can't. We are too isolated to do so.
Jeremy D Wife battering, kid beating, raping, murdering assholes who have no sense of self esteem and must demonstrate their so-called power in the aforementioned ways. I say let's castrate all pedophiles, mother-raping, wife beating, kid smashing mother fuckers and save the fucking tax money for something else.
le Fay love makes me bitter. Bitter is a word I would use to describe the unpleasant regret I have for not pursuing all my dreams. Bitter is the feeling I have when I realize I have some unfinished business out there and bitter is the taste of my least favorite beer. But bitter keeps some of us going, some of us growing, some of us endlessly trying to keep ahead of the pack in a selfish, twisted way.
Rick McInturff {Mcinturff_Rick@bns.att.com} People who would destroy a trust because of the mild inconvienence of honesty. Alamo Rent-a-Car. Marketing departments. Jesse Helms. Wasting my life on stupidities, and trivialities, and other inconsequentia. Speed traps. Bank of America. Dianne Feinstein (who makes me particularly bitter for showing such reason and leadership early in her career, and then pandering to the CDA bullshit). United Parcel Service. Fake cheese. The blind eye of society that doesn't see the enormous percentage of women who are raped and killed every year, and the terrible emotional damage that does, directly and indirectly, on every member of our society. Damnit, why didn't anyone tell me? Who the fuck dropped the ball here, guys?
Joe Without bitterness we would never know that which sweet. I would hope that I learn to cherish both of these tastes as they present themselves on my palet of lifes' experiences. But again, too much of either might distract me from my true purpose, blinding me from seeing the true needs of others . . . which at times, allows them to taste bitterness via an experience with me, though most often, unintentional. I ask forgiveness for my myopic hopes that might cause this . . . and pray that I might not be too embittered when you also cross that line to share that same . . . letting the sweet peace of forgiveness be shared between us. In that moment . . . we will have grown. Jadam So
Jadam {jadamf@HotMail.com} I am bitter because no matter what anyone says, you can never forget your past. And there are rhings I woulf rather forget....sure I can move on....I can accoomplish new things....but I can never feel safe anymore....I can't trust people the way I once did....I am always looking over my shoulder. I am bitter because at age 20 I am instantly considered immature...without anyone even knowing what my life experiences have been...or how much I have been through. I am bitter because I am not going to heal these wounds completely and I will always be scarred because one arrogant male decided to take what I wasn't ready to give. I am bitter that at times I make myself the victim again...and again....and again.
Jessi {Nightcat@netpass.com} I find it increasing harder to make money, I have been rich and poor too many times; and it getting too hard with a dud credit rating. If this sounds materialistic I'm sorry.
jeff {jeffjw@iaccess.com.au} I am sick of the bullshit that people say direct to your face. Why fucking lie and speak shit. Just give me the truth I can handle it!
rob {jeffjw@iaccess.com.au} My own 'bigoted jugmental self riteous stupidity'.
A Human Being {grntea@quiknet.com} I came to this page now i am bitter FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK
Jonny {kllrklwn@mtco.com} My, everyone's bitter... I guess Jonny is too. I posted here much earlier, but I felt the need to return. I am incresingly bitter these days. I am home from school for the weekend, and have had a HUGE, I mean HUGE blowup with my mother. I'm bitter that I have never had happy understanding compromising parents. I am bitter about love and friendship. I have never had much luck with either. I'm just a bitter person, and I think that I bring it upon myself sometimes. I wouln't be so bitter if I weren't so damned stubborn and perfectionistic about everything I do. Reading other peoples' bitternesses has caused me to doubt the validity of my own, something I'm sure isn't healthy. But what do I ever do that is? I think I'm going to go to bed now, and sleep for a few days...
kris {kerupp@bsuvc.bsu.edu} Well, what makes me bitter is the constant struggle of people as a whole to come together and start being civilized toward each other. I know it is not that simple, but at least we could try a little harder. JESUS CHRIST people don't you think that if we started behaving a little more like the people we were brought up to be, things might go a little bit better. Listen to this. I am by no means a "trekkie" but look at the whole sci-fi genre all together. All these different beings co-existing with one another on what usually seems a tiny little spacecraft. Granted you have a few assholes in the universe, but what sci-fi flick would be complete without them. O.K. Try this. The next time you start responding out of many years of training yourself to be prejudice, take a step back and think, would ( someone you hold dear to your heart ) be proud of the way I am acting? Are you proud of the way you are acting? ( I know some of you are saying HELL YEAH, oh well, lost cause I guess. Maybe in a perfect world. ) Maybe you will read this and say, WHATEVER!!! Or maybe you will read this and say hmmmmm, maybe this could work if we just try. Nevertheless i have stated a point and one thing is for sure, and that is you can't change it. I hope. So go ahead people keep hating and when you sit back and say to yourself,"Why is crime getting so fucked up?" think back to this little piece of shit i wrote and say, well just say whatever! Oh, by the way i can't even say that i am not at least a little prejudice, but i am also trying to change. That's all I ask.
Michael Oliver {flaaassh@aol.com} I am in a backwoods school of ultra conservative hard-core Christians. I am Pagan. The principal of the school sent the word out that he is getting "concerned" that there might be some evil witchcraft going on, and expects that the unsaid threat of punishment from an "authority figure" will force I and my friends into going to church. People who do not know us walk by and say, under their breath, "leeesbian," although none of us are. I don't say anything- their idiocracies are not worth my time- but it bothers me that ignorant, naive people are making judgements based on rumors. They are this huge teachers' best student clique that runs everything in the school. What really makes me bitter is brainwashers. Bullies. The ones who scream at me to stop being anorexic; I'm not. Someone, a few months ago, stole my favorite sweater. It was my grandfather's high school sweater, then my father's, and then mine. The most bitter-worthy, however, is those who tell me I am not allowed to be bitter. I must love everything. How can I not be bitter towards the man who married my grandmother and then beat her everyday for 30 years? FUCK YOU. I'M BITTER AND I LIKE IT.
taryn Realizing how pragmatic and bitter an human being can get ... And the most of all bitterness: Realizing how selfcentered a 1st world person (generally, of course) can be ... Have you ever came to Brasil, India or other miseerable and unfortunate country which AIN'T supposed to grow a minimum level of education for their children?? SO, FOR GOD'S, BUDDAH'S OR JAH'S SAKE: YOU'RE PRIVILEDGED, SO MAKE IT HAPPEN!!!!! (supporting rebecca's msg)
Edu {eduargo@mandic.com.br} realizing im never going to feel like I did at 20. then realizing that im romanticing the way i was at 20 anyway.
gary What makes me bitter? Many things. Things I didn't solicit in my life and then, things I subconsciously willed on due to selfishness or lack of consideration toward others. What is fair and just in this world is an ideal contrived by man[as in humankind]. Life is misery. Only you can choose to imagine your world as something else and make it so. Nobody is going to provide this for you. You have to do it on your own. I spent eight years of my teen and young adult life in a circle of incest and violence. I didn't ask for this. It happened. Today, and as a result of it, I'm strong. I could not be who I am at this moment without the history of my own experiences. Would I wish for such things in order to be who I am now? No. Would I erase my history if I had the opportunity to do so? No. It was, and I am. Balance. In my mid-twenties, I got clear. I went through the incest recovery therapy circuit and discovered I still existed. Penalties. Penalties. I looked back on the vacuum that was my life. I saw only the life taken from me, rather than the one I owned in that moment, and I chased my history. I wanted the life I felt I never had. I became rebellious, angry, and BITTER. I took up art, writing, and an attitude which screamed, in the most overt sense, that I had a right to be me, and that I had to answer to noone...noone at all because it was more important NOT to join a complacent society. I did not understand balance back then. I paid a price for it. I ended up divorcing in lieu of pursuits which seemed to clash with my marriage at the time. Artist, writer, and searcher did not go over well in court. I was annihilated during the custody battle my ex undertook. I lost custody of my Son --no freedom without penalty, and no ideal without a price. That was four years ago. I've matured quite a bit since then. I've learned that screaming for my independence is somewhat like smashing a brick against a mirror. Who was I screaming at? It wasn't society. It was me. I made choices and then, subsequently, choices were made for me. I gave up my power because I flaunted it with a vengeance. There is always someone out there bigger and badder than the self. Silence and self-validation are powerful tools. Articulation after careful consideration of the weight of one's words can be a constructive way to communicate. There is the individual and then there is society. It's about find the balance -the union between the two. It's also about responsibility. It easy for me to say, "I want," but what about what I give to others, or what others want from me. I have a child. It's not all about me. My actions and ideals influence him. The reactions to my actions trickle down and reflect on him as well. If I live just to insure that my individual ideal is met, what traces of me will continue to exist after I am gone? We live in fragile circles. Some of us spend our lives trying to break out of them. Others function within the circle, only to discover it is permeable when its not railed against. Hate destroys the vessel in which it is stored, more than the object on which it is poured. I don't want to live out the remainder of my life in a bleak state of loneliness. Yeah, bitterness exists inside of me, but really, so what? It exists in all of us. Have any of us really lived a charmed life? You suck up the cards dealt to you and then move on in spite of the faulty hand. You make a choice --to spend your time living in lieu of circumstance, or expending all your energy and the limited time you have on this earth railing against circumstance. Time and a quiet but persistent momentum can overcome the immediacy of man's thirst for power and self-interested action. I see my Son every two weeks. I accept the crumbs, and eat them gladly. I have not lived out the past four years of my life railing against the injustice of the custody proceedings. The unjust got their fair share that day. Why should I give them any more of me than what they already took? Instead, I have used what is left to give, and it's paid off in myriad ways. Life is unjust. People can be shallow. The individual will always be scorned by the masses --by the mob mentality. I guess I've just accepted this and continued to exist in the wake of these facts. I don't have enough time to fight small battles and petty people with my bitterness. If I did fight, how would I be any different from them? I'm human. I allow myself to spew out all the words which define my anger about what is unjust in this world, and then I move on. I have to. I want to live.
A Spilthy Girl {ibidem@boisdarc.tamu-commerce.edu} I am bitter and jaded about people who pretend to be your friend because they want something from you. People you think you know and can trust, but when the shit comes down, they don't stand by you. Women who tell you they love you and then when you're not suspecting anything, they turn around, cheat on me, and dump me for someone else. Moving to Boston with that bastard, while I rot here in San Francisco, 3000 miles away from home, with no chance of returning because I can't bare to see you with him. Leaving my poor twitching shell to wither while sobbing to my self in vain because I love you too much to let you know that you killed me that day... "The moment you let yourself fall in love with a woman, you can begin counting the days till that bitch walks right out the door on you." (from the amazing movie called "Watch It") I experience bitterness when an easy kill escapes, when I can't buy everything I want, when the Other Gods defy my will, and when you forsake Bob. Bitter, huh? Yes, the world is bitter and acknowlodging it is important. Yes, finding the roots of the problems is also very important because it will give you the weapons you need to fight. Yes, making sure that people know that you're fighting is also a good thing. Yes, I've spent quite some time in my philosophy classes trying to understand what has been conventionally called the "truth." But wait a minute? Shouldn't we be talking about solutions? Shouldn't we be talking about how to make it better? Where and what is the so-called "resistance?" That's just bullshit. I'm twenty-something as well, but I know I have lived long enough to see many of my dreams being shattered. So what's the solution? Scream to the world that I'm bitter? I just don't think so. Making the world better is no easy task, but I guess my poetry, my music, and yes, my job are keeping me afloat. Making it better is not just rant and rave about it. It has more to do with "let's do something." What to do? Don't ask me. Ask yourself. P.S. Just for the record I DO BELIEVE the Fray IS INDEED doing something.
Paul {paul@paul.org} 1-people who seem to know what's "good" for everyone else, but rarely live by their own standards. (read: politicians) 2-a society that exploits its children and then wonders what went "wrong" with "kids today." 3-people who think they can bestow their gift of "acceptance" upon me. chances are, i never asked to be judged by these strangers in the first place. 4-wells fargo bank. i mean come on, $1.50 just to use the damn atm on vanness ave?! Gimme a #$%^ break. Other than that...i couldn't be happier.
derek {dereke@wkar.msu.edu} I'm basically bitter with repsect to relationships. I had a girl for 6.5 years and one year after breaking up I still can't deal with it. Sure I'm over her - except when she pops up. I know it's part of my nature, but it's also a socialization process. Yep blame it on someone else. That's ll I've to be bitter about at the moment.
Peter Jongsma {peter.jongsma@butterworths.com.au} I am so sorry Rebecca got put in a world that wasn't good enough. I wish I could make it better for her, but I'm too busy making the world a better place for people who _don't_ use terms like "first amendment libertarian apologists". WHAT the hell does that mean? You word masturbators are driving me nuts. Quit stringing shit together just because you like the sounds of the syllables splashing together. Take that away and you sound very much like Dustin. (who was just being clever, and doing it better than you) Otherwise, you are a real good whiner. I celebrate your victymhood. And BTW Dustin, I DID fuck your mother. She's as good as everyone says.
jaboi {jaboi@hotmail.com} Simply put, I choose not to be bitter. Everyone probably has something in their past or present that could cause them to nurture bitter thoughts. But it is such a negative way to expend mental energy. I have a lot of things in my past that I could be bitter about, but the past is just that...the PAST. It's gone, finished, behind me. Why should I dwell on it. The present, what is happening right now.... that is the only thing worth concerning yourself with. What other people do, what other people think, what other people say (or the way they say it), why should any of this bother me.
Joe Trussell {jtrussell@geocities.com} I know I don't have the right to be bitter...or at least that's what people say. So what if you all think I'm lucky for having been born in a privileged country, into a 'nice' family. That doesn't mean nothing bad won't ever happen. I'm sorry I can't starve for you. I'm sorry I'm not dodging snipers. I'm sorry my life seems petty. It seems petty to me too. Isn't that enough to be bitter about? Having not one goddam good reason to be alive? Go back to your fulfilling life and leave me to my little bitterness.
d. Everything which makes me happy, makes me bitter, because it so soon fades. But then, everything that makes me bitter, soon makes me happy, because that fades, too.... That's all a lot of poetic-sounding, psycho-babble, mind-fuck-the-masses, new-age bullshit, but, I dunno...if you say it to yourself enough, it seems to work. Why is it that the worst acts of rudeness I have witnessed have been performed by people in designer clothes? Or by drivers in cars worth more than my annual salary? You would thank that common courtesy would be a cheap commodity, but it seems the wealthy can't afford it. Where do "Rights" stop and "Privileges" begin? Why do so many people feel entitled to things that should be earned? Why do we license drivers, and gun owners -- but not parents? My bitterness stems from observing too much short-term greedy cannibal logic. From watching my elders sow the wind, knowing that they'll be dead when the whirlwind comes. I do not look forward to twisting in that wind.
kat {katnmike@world.std.com} how news is reported makes me bitter...i am supposed to swallow something read by ken and barbie, written by people who have sold out---tastes like rotting lemons!! Bitterness... remember that vinegar is bitter. Lemons are bitter. But life? It sure tastes that way sometimes. I believe that people who develop, no cultivate a taste for the bitterness in life are taking the easy way out. Railing against the "bitterness" of life is simply an easy way out. "Don't think too hard or you'll be bitter like me. Happiness is transitory" Happiness is transitory... true, Sidhartha had that part right. But does that make nihilism the answer? Does that make seperation from the world a sensible alternative to "bitterness?" Okay, happiness is transitory, but so is bitterness. Remember that bitter vinegar used to be sweet wine. "Without bitterness, we could not know happiness," what a sad cliche. Bitterness is the inability to feel happy. It is a self absorbed state that excludes any positive energy. Does that make it bad? Only in excess. If you are never bitter, then you are not alive. So too if you are never happy. So, feel your pain and bitterness, feel your contempt for the world and its people, feel lost and powerless. But then feel. Really feel and do not be afraid of your feelings, positive or negative. Allow yourself to be both outraged at the injustices imposed aginst you and the world and amazed at the positive energy of simply being alive. Really alive. No, I'm not some crystal weilding, sprout munching "positive energy" do-gooder, nor am I a black wearing, multiply pierced nihilistic angst ridden youth. I work for balance. I live to experience life, positive and negative. I am simply me.
Doug Whitmore {whitmore@sirius.com} the bitterness comes and goes. sometimes the whole day will be shrouded with a helpless feeling that this life can dish out. other days i wonder why i waste a single minute feeling that way. i am learning to draw on the bitterness when it creeps in; use it to relieve the pressure of the shit i can't control.
erik {chainslap@aol.com} acqueiscence indolence incompetence fear of love ballplayer's salaries doctors flagrant agrandizement children swearing those stupid cardboard tabs on half of your food boxes that still let on all the bugs and air and moisture and won't stay closed anyway
jim {headwind@hotmail.com} Bitter? Bitter... because I wake up one day and wonder how the fuck I got to where I am? Bitter... because I feel incredibly fucked! Bitter because I live half way across the world in a culture that judge you by what you have, what you do, the tangibles the obvious. Bitter... because I want to get out but cannot.Bitter... because I try hard, I put in serious efforts, but I don't get no shit in returned, not a wee drop of positive energy in return. I am drained, sucked dry. Extremely bitter... when life seems so unfair.
Villagegirl {fongstress@hotmail} What makes me bitter? People make me bitter. I hate how people can be so damn cruel to each other and to themselves. It's inhumane the way that humans treat each other. We live our lives, every day, from one peak to another, and sometimes we forget that we're even alive. We're just these beings that eat and crap and sleep and *pro*create. We make these doll-like images of how women should look, and then little girls starve themselves to fit those images. We make these stupid macho molds that guys are supposed to fit into, and those are equally as unrealistic. We stereotype everyone. It makes me sick about how I sit and cry over wondering what's going to become of me tomorrow if I don't go to work so I can make money to support myself... while other people can sit and whine about "What am I going to do if Daddy won't let me get a new car, since I just wrecked his BMW?" What's become of us? Are we even alive anymore or are we just living because we don't have the strength to die? These things make me *Bitter*... I am bitter because somewhere along the line the All...in Liberty and Justice for All...came to mean "some". After that...the rest is pointless.
Peter hmm, what makes me bitter...great question.. hmm whatabout the fact that all we are is small people in a large world and no matter what, nothing that we do will probably ammount to anything Or mebbie that while what we're capable of as an individuall decreasces, the expectations of society increasce And fianlly, no one falls in love anymore, only lust
Perry {tikibun@epix.net} ahh wonderfull... add another People who complain when people say how bad the world is, becasue A) right now the world is not in a good state and b)when the talk about changeling things for the better, the don't seem to realisee that that's nearly impossible now. God bless the dollar
Perry {tikibun@epix.net} I learn from the bad. I learn from the good. What some one else thinks is none of my damn business. I have no business judging others. I have no reason to be bitter.
Rick Bitter? We're all players to a tune we can't follow, Doing crazy pirouettes on rain-slick life. Maybe it's just more than we could swallow, That all our moments be torn with strife. But Pain's a friend in scarlett dress, And Pleasure the sister who comes behind, Always waiting to ascribe and assess, What dues are owed to Father Time.
Suzie {fractal@wantree.com.au} What makes me bitter? Pretentious artsy stupid fucks who look down on me because I am uncouth enough to admit I want to make a buck. I've been poor enough to realize poverty is highly overrated. I am particularly bitter about the fucks who think they are cool and real artists because they CHOOSE to live in some down and out neighborhood when I was scared I'd never get out of one (As if that makes them talented or something). I have seen enough to know I am lucky to have what I've got, 'cause I have been with peoople who will never even have 1/2 as much. I am bitter because unfortunately, I am insecure enough to still be affected by the overeducated fucks who try to explain poverty to me as if I can't understand it 'cause I never finished college. I'm bitter about people using folks like me as examples of how poor people can succeed and I am really bitter about poor people who make it and are still stupid enough to believe the propaganda and look down on other poor people. bastards that promise me the world and leave me with nothing. homophobic conformists that think that its alright to say "fag" and "lezbo" as long as they aren't racist. the assumption that i'm depressed, because i can write good poetry. gorgeous straight girls. really nice gay guys.
michael baker, because he left me and now wants me back, but won't take me without string attached, and knows that he can't have me, but has a boyfriend now anyway, so what the FUCK is his problem?
lost jupiter fairy {fairyvixen@worldnet.att.net}
Alex {jethro@waonline.com}
Julian Wee {tulkas@singnet.com.sg}
E Bruyere {bruyere@rogers.wave.ca}
GekkO {skew@iinet.net.au}
b. {jethro@poetic.com}
Venus {venus@elpasonet.net}
um, Quailman
No One
sigma {sigma@sigma.t1}
JW {was@eurekanet.com}
Ze Carcass(e) {leroy@smartnet.ca}
Lleij Samuel Schwartz {lleijs@hopper.unh.edu}
Sgt.joker
nate {nathan-curry@tamu.edu}
andy pressman {pressman@ac.grin.edu}
laurie {headtrip@sprintmail.com}
Stewing {dstewart@microfibres.com}
julian {tulkas@singnet.com.sg}
Audrey {Queenofcool@bigfoot.com} What makes me bitter is when I get caught up in the wave of other people's bitterness, and when I'm unfairly the target of other people's anger. I have enough on my conscience without having to feel guilty for someone else. Oh, and for the record: Mad About You may be completely harmless and (more often than not) inane, but enough to make you bitter? If the most inoffensive sitcom on the air can do that to you, then your friends are right. Maybe you could use a valium.
signman
jeffrey {JADavies@Charlotte.infi.net}
Emmy {peas_turtles@hotmail.com}
Racism, cruelty to animals, sexism, favortism,the goverment
the widening gao between the salaries on men and women who do the exact same job
double standards, minorities(I am one)who scream discrimination WHENEVER it doesn't go their way
religious fanatics, bigots, hypocrits, the Vatican
The British goverment for continuing to discriminate against the Irish and blow the shit out of'em
and still refuse to see them as people and let them be free
I could go on for ever
Johan {mojealbrektsson@hotmail.com}
Rae
Deo Read {Dread2@Juno.com}
LiLith Rhys Jester {WritersBlockLili@yahoo.com}
jw {jw@here}
J.A. Burke {a-jeffbu@microsoft.com}
Taking 70's pop-culture feminism too much to heart...believing that there is no innate significant difference b/w men and women.
Discovering that a woman I loved was capable of having an orgasm with a brutal man whom she witnessed beat me up, unprovoked, on 2 occassions. And later claim that he was "controlling her emotionally".
Not discovering until the age of 31 that "SIZE DOES IN FACT MATTER".
Howard {sacrobosco@yahoo.com}
Goldie {goldie@sprint.ca}
Courtney {vortex74@aol.com}
Stuart the Maniac {maniac@io.com}
Richard {twang@zensearch.com}
1. that i am a hypocrite, just like everyone else
2. that things are not fair for everyone, and very well might never be
3. that acceptance is a foriegn word, unless you're accepting your own
4. that i can't touch the stars, or many of the people i love the most
5. that i didn't get the faery tale
there's more... there's always more... but everyone's said it for me.
Star {sulkingblackstar@hotmail.com}
brigita {brigita@chickmail.com}
You want to know what makes me bitter? I'll tell you what makes me bitter. People who use the words:
slacks
synergy
buzz (as in "I'll give you a buzz Tuesday, okay?")
ciao
drapes
in a non-ironic context. This makes me bitter. That, and when perfectly healthy twenty year old college students pretend they're asleep on the T so that a little old lady won't ask them for their seat.
Emily {emerowit@bu.edu}
1) being yelled at (when a teen) because your exploring by doing something your parents don't approve of.
2) When your parents don't like most of your friends (even thought they don't know them), actually "hate" them all... except one because she's the only one that seems to be the most remotly sane one of them all.
3) I expecially hate it when they try and get you to do as little things as possible with all but that one... basically to hate or ignore all but the "special" "gifted" one...
4) when you pore your heart and soul into one friend then they go and tell one of there friends and soon... *well you probubly know what comes next, if you don't your an idiot*
5) When your best friend promises she won't do something for at least a year, and then when your away (about 2 moths after she promised) goes out and does it continuisly...
Well that's what makes me bitter... oh yeah almost forgot..
6) When by the age of 14 1/2 you've never had any kind of boyfriend or just even a best friend that was a boy...
cya l8r...
I've categorized two of these idiotic groups. The stupid Yuppie, SUV driving, plastic, pathetic, turd smokers as the first group of people that need exterminated. Some stupid ass yuppie actually had the nerve to ask me how to turn on the 4WD in his overpriced piece of shit SUV. I told him that he shouldn't have bought it, if he didn't know how to operate it properly.
Robert {hendrix24@hotmail.com}
being treated like im stupid and can;t do as well as people older because im younder than them.
people feeling that they are better than others by feeling obligated to tease people for things that they are.
being told that i dont have the right to judge because im a minner.
having people you like stab you in the back by pretending to be your friend.
kelly mcghee {hawaiian_kid_00@yahoo.com}
my meaningful relationship history (or lack thereof)
i began with sex. then somewhere it turned into married men (who lied about being married of course) then insecure men who believe in hitting me when they're confused or angry. and now i am back at sex.
i've always managed to be the other woman. i never know it until i think i am in love of course so it hurts much worse. i loved someone once who told me "d. what did u think i was gonna marry you? you're not the kind of girl a guy can get serious with" those words haunt me to this day...i really loved him.
Dan Kim {kull666@aol.com}
I know that it wasn't about me. It was about him, it was about something that made him turn on me violently and without warning. It was a malignant little voice inside him that hatched, festered, learned the language with which to speak to his deepest perversions and whispered, "this is okay, I can do this, no one never know."
It was about a thirteen year-old girl who didn't know what hit her.
Neither did I.
Who did I blame for the first year? ME, that's who. I was high-maintenance, I was demanding, I wasn't understanding enough, I didn't listen to him, I didn't do enough.
Stacey and Courtney smacked me upside the head and screamed, "You did EVERYTHING right!"
I didn't know that they weren't the only ones who saw that. Nobody understood it. I'm not competitive, material, cloying, catty, or manipulative. I hadn't learned how to be those things...yet. I tried to be there, I tried to be supportive, financially and emotionally, of his music career. I tried to go places with him that scared me but he wanted to go.
So in the end, he turned out to be a pedophile. What could I say to that?
Now I've learned how to do all of those things - I can manipulate, I can hide, I can dart in and out of the psychic shadows where a man's greatest fears lurk. I can go in and out unnoticed. I can drop a bomb and be long gone before it detonates. I can hijack all the code and trash the OS. I can destroy them now, and I have.
So maybe all of you writing above are pissed at girls like me, who are tired of being miserable and instead engage in sport-killing, think of it this way: We learned from each other. We learned from the best.
I'm in a happy relationship now. I have no desire to destroy someone who has done so much to build me, hell, he put me back together. But sometimes I taste it in the back of my mouth, and I feel murderous about it.
Do I want him dead? Hell, yes, I did. But not anymore. While I don't believe in God, I do believe in the concept of karma. And I believe it is shaped like a boomerang, and the longer it takes to hit you, it just means it's been gathering weight and speed (w times s equals force).
I don't want to be bitter about it. I think the best thing I could have done was just let go of it. But it changes you forever. So I get bitter, but only sometimes. If the man I almost married did it, who's to say it won't happen again?
siobhan {siobhan665@hotmail.com}
Wolff
I'm bitter for being a human, here.
Joseph {sirjoseph@dzonline.com}
is respect even something people think about these days? some guy feels he can get on top of my fiancee because he wants too? because of who he is? which is no one, by the way....he is nobody..just some pathetic middle-aged idiot, in a band, who doesn't have the mental capacity to deal with women his own age on any level, so instead he preys on women half his age, as young as 19, to make himself feel better, and in the process he fucks with these women's heads to get what he wants, spinning lie after lie until he does..
these are the types of things that make me very bitter.
curve27 {Dielikadog@hotmail.com}
shane {shaniber@hotmail.com}
Kris10 {KSteiber@cs.com}
Velkyn {stoneheart_club@hotmail.com}
angel {pandancer@hotmail.com}
HRM {MeriNolan@aol.com}
Mike Y {eigokamikaze@netzero.net}
nobody
ben
Luke {impaler37@yahoo.com}
josef ayo {jail_sea@hotmail.com}
danke, bitter
STATIC {STATICX6174@AOL.COM}
TS {TS@biteme.com}
Brule {brule_pictus@yahoo.com}
joy {snowhyte17@aol.com}
fuserjam {fuserjam@hotmail.com}
rosa
chris {cross7899@yahoo.com}
I do have some bitterness towards the people I have tried to touch who have responded with coldness and hostility, sometimes clothed and hidden by cotton wool of sweetness and light.
Perhaps we should give up prejudice, bigotry and pre-judging people for any reason and accept them for who they are and what they offer.
It makes me bitter that so many of the lovers and friends I have found over the years failed to realise that love is an infinite resource.
Tony {williams@bigpond.net.au}
Lillee {stinky_britches@velvetgoth.every1.net}
Jim Cambou AKA Rodzillax3 {rodzillax3@hotmail.com}
stephie {the8rgrl@aol.com}
happie {sad@aol.com}
bill
Yodlman Cheesetwist {cybernard50@hotmail.com}
kiLself {kilself@hotmail.com}
Melissa {Lissa13607_2000@Yahoo.com}
Melissa {Lissa13607_2000@Yahoo.com}
Alli Loop {iblalalaa@hotmail.com}
blackheart {bitter@mail.com}
Craig {art4med@home.com}
rachel (again) {r_z8@yahoo.com}
Suz
maxed {maxed@aol.com}
Jennifer Grant (jen-X) {xjengrant@excite.com}
erin {massiveblur@hotmail.com}
dielikadog {dielikadog@hotmail.com} Our failure to evolve out of the gravity well? The inability of people to accept behaviors that don't hurt them or others. The inability of people to cease behaviors that hurt themselves or others. My job.
Michael Shaw {lightbringer@disinfo.net} Im bitter that my teacher is dead, and i've moved 500 miles and have no friends. Im bitter Keanu has a girlfriend.........annnndddd Im bitter that im alone. And im bitter i am too young to feel life and have no problems except i need eighty bucks for that new watch. And thats all. and for all you people with real problems have some ice cream and watch TV it helps rachel
rachel {r_z8@yahoo.com} What makes me bitter? Just being human.
Ron {justme220@hotmail.com} the load time on this page made me extremely bitter.
marc Living in a world carefully designed to screw you unless you are born into the proper 3% of the population who get to do the screwing. The other 96% of the population that doesn't realize this and so spends their time and energy screwing each other out of what ever they can so that they can get screwed out of it by the 3% instead. Clueless suburbanite flatlanders without the capacity to see beyond themselves and the artificial, disposable society they live in. Plastic drinking straws. Millions and millions of plastic drinking straws. Used once, thrown away. If I should (gods forefend) have any, when my great great great grandchildren have rotted completely away the plastic straw I got today will still be a plastic straw burried in a land fill. Ignorance and apathy.
MIchael Burgess {damnedsilly@hotmail.com} betrayal. promises broken. it makes me bitter to know that someone had the fucking audacity to think that it was their right to decide that i ought to be born. and sex.
ishmael The knowledge that life is more than who we are makes me bitter. I'm bitter about that I don't know what I want. I'm bitter because I have to work my arse off to please some examiner enough to certify me intelligent enough to earn enough money to live well. Some one I will never meet has the power to make or break my life, because this world has decided that I'm going to have to work for happiness. I'm bitter that only one person in the world knows the real Andrew Lawson and I'm especially bitter that people are people. I'm bitter that I have this irrational hatred for people I don't know, which I can't explain, my brain just knows that everyone I see is a complete bastard and would happily stab me in the back if it meant happiness for them. I'm bitter that my life is not as much mine as I would like to think.
Andy {andylemming} What makes me bitter is SCHOOL! I hate school, therefor im going to make it SUCK!. I hate how it treats me, I hate it how it fucking Stabs me in the back I hate trying to do good. I hate trying to do my best when they wont accept my best! I hate what those teachers are. I hate how they are all mindless fools in their fucking big house's. all I have to say is FUCK SCHOOL! FUCK IT! DAMN IT! thats why im going to make www.fuck-school.net soon to come When the person you love can no longer hold up a decent conversation--it makes me bitter. When you have no one there for you to share your experiences and thoughts with--it makes me bitter.
Someone Life is simple, filled with joy. 'smile and be happy' they used to say. Look the other way. I am me and that is all i see, All i know. I look around at the 'sheep' smiling. And it makes me bitter. I look to weathered war veterans, telling stories. Calling names at Us, the younger generation. They think, they know, they honestly believe that they are better than we. Their fathers thought the same of them. and as far as we can trace, it has been this way. I am an outsider because i dont follow your dogma, i am cast aside and looked at for this. This Pressure might work with your weak ones but not with us. We are what we feel, not what we should feel, Not how you believe we should feel, not how your mythical god says we should be. But we are as real as anyone can be, because we know and realize that you and your way is fake. Your days are numbered, the world will be ours. And then your kind will be a thorn in our side. you will be the outsiders. 'It seems that fate is not without a sense of irony' Nando Lopez Fairfax Va, USA
The Anti-Pope {Popejohn666@cox.rr.com} That was a poem, I just wrote it off the top of my head so if you dont like it, or dont think that it is very poetic, Skrew you. I wrote it in stream of consiousness, if you hate it, tell me, if you like it tell me. If you dont want to tell me shit then fine, but i welcome all critisizm. ..........................................................Nando Lopez, Fairfax Va. USA
The Anti-Pope {Popejohn666@cox.rr.com} it isn't much to complain about, but the profusion of vampire LARPs makes me irate, especially since more bad things have arrisen from that bullshit than D&D ever spawned (compared Dallas Edbert to Rod Ferrell, for instance.) Also, the amount of things I find boring has increased steadily every year.
Rp Bowman {yokeltania@yahoo.com} Blame it on the cinema Affiliation. The parallel line. Popcorn mastication, frolicsome conviviality admidst cushioned escapism. It's the leviathan, LOUD; Hypnotic: MaleVOLent. Their morality abate, LETS LOOSE THE DOGS OF WAR. Day-light dawning day, awakes the pack. Soon to become strangers...?........ Cast judgement, VICTIM! From the minute we wake to the day we sleep everything we do is dogmatic. One way or another actuality is contrived from another, an acridity we all share.
Gouki {ssj4gokou@dbzgt.fsnet.co.uk}  Sudden loud noises Being told to be quiet Condescending People Extreme Physical Pain Cruelty Hiccups Bugs that suck blood Hair Tangles Bad Parents Hatred  Sitting/Stepping in Gum Feeling Stupid People ruled by the crowd Being Misunderstood Jammed Zippers Losing Smell of Vomit Roadkill esp. intentional Stifling heat Broken Promises Tight/Restricting clothing Being outnumbered Phony Socializing Feeling Unclean Wastefulness Mildew Embarrassments Popular Bad Literature Pointless Social Norms Not having what I need when I need it Anything Poorly Constructed Popular Misconceptions Itching Being Wrong Being Ill Making Bad Mistakes Cleaning up fecal matter Having no control Small, impossible buttons People who destroy themselves Sun burns Hopelessness Misplaced important belongings Ending a relationship Clumsiness Bad Music Forgetfulness Feeling Cheated Anything that Yaps Sleeplessness People who don’t argue well So. Cal. Summer weather Smog Extreme Spelling/Grammatical errors Ignorance Bad Educators Not Getting Mail Loneliness Overly sweet/salty foods Poverty Societal Roles Authors who take publicity shots with pets or children Jealousy Missing out on Good Things Anyone who can’t play fair Not enough Privacy When civilization forces itself on nature Terror/Paranoia Choking A change in water temperature mid-shower
Andrasta {SilenceBellows@yahoo.com} Bitterness is being female in a patriarchal society. It's marginalization, the glass ceiling and being tossed aside like an empty pop can when you have outlived your usefulness. It's every woman who's ever been kept beneath the poverty line by boring, stultifying, uncreative work for capitalistic despots. It's a baby girl in china, women under the Taliban and innocent animals off to slaughter. It's our anorexic, youth obsessed beauty ideal. It's a single mother who turns to prostituting herself to feed her child because minimum wage can't cut it and family members who show up at your funeral who eschewed you in life. It's the men who said they love you until you showed a hint of age. It's a phone that never rings and being alone on Christmas. It's being alone in a crowd and no food in the house. It's fairweather friends who only know how to take and disappear into the woodwork when needed. It's starvation in third world countries and calves imprisoned in veal crates to satisfy perverse culinary tastes in America. It's an abused child and a battered woman. It's being lied to, used up and fucked over to the point of no return. It's countless diets and enervating exercise to no avail. It's a feeling that everyone really is the same because of disillusionment.
Kythi Sports makes me bitter. Stpid people who don't want to talk about anything but movies and sports. Parties where all people do is get drunk. AMERIKKKA! 'NUFF SAID!!!!
COMMIE {PDMuir@aol.com} 1.laying alone in bed at night, feelig like somethin must be wrong with YOU, with the only option of masturbation, to keep you temporarily satisfied. 2.being bitter about 1.
Tali Shapiro {pixiebells@hotmail.com} Bitter because I was given a brain and a conscience. Bitter that I can't be a lemming. Bitter that a part of me is so stubborn, it won't let me say fuck you, it's only me that matters. Bitter that money isn't the only thing on my mind. Bitter that I don't know how to exploit others for my own benefit. Bitter that I believe in logic and conservation. Bitter that I'm not nasty and dishonest. Bitter that I don't know how to act. Bitter about this torment. bitter because the major majority of humankind doesn't realize that if we all were to just ~BE~, and we all were ~True-to-ourselves~..........could it really be so simple? But really, bitterness is but another tool that so many people don't understand the uses of. Laughing your ass off at socially unacceptable times is another great tool. But ya gotta when ya gotta.
fuckupfairy {deiterisme@libcong.com} the art of complaining should not be a recreation, a desperate attempt at self-assertion, or a result of that neo-christian martyrdom syndrome that makes people think that theyre only so beautiful in proportion to how sad they are(e.g., "shes so lucky, shes a star, but she cries cries cries in her lone-ly heart...") i have contempt for people who cry too, because they should keep it a damned secret if theyre unhappy. its rude to ask an aquaintance to share your burden. complain when its interesting or constructive. you people arent very interesting or constructive...
Jackson Mayhem I was in Japan. Before going I met what I thought was the love of my life, so we became engaged. Well, after leaving and making adjustments in Japan a girl found me there. I found greater love for her than I have ever known. When I came back to the US, I could not bring myself to even touch my soon to become ex-fiancee. Well, to make a long story short I have pushed my ex from me. It makes me bitter that I hurt someone I loved so much while finding so much happiness. I feel bitter inside. I feel this part of me of my ex that hurts even to this day, one year ago, on her B-day. So much was said. So much was yet to come, yet between her and I it all came to silence now... I did not find another woman to blatently hurt her, I swear upon my soul. Yet, to my ex its all the same. Ok. So being a man tuff choices need to be made. I followed and am following my heart(however illogical), and have made enemies. People who will not attend my funeral enemies. I do know I have love, but, the price is indescribable.
Joshua {ring_true@hotmail.com} school
john Oh that is an easy one, provided I am pretty bitter at this very moment. What causes it is always giving, and giving, forgiving, and trying and nothing ever really amounts to anything. the people you care most about end up hurting you, and no matter haw many times you do the right thing, it never pays off. Fuck the right thing, Fuck the right thing, fuck the cheating husbands... when you still have your youth and beauty... fick the jealous husbands
crystal {crystalshaw@mail.com} Oh that is an easy one, provided I am pretty bitter at this very moment. What causes it is always giving, and giving, forgiving, and trying and nothing ever really amounts to anything. the people you care most about end up hurting you, and no matter haw many times you do the right thing, it never pays off. Fuck the right thing, Fuck the right thing, fuck the cheating husbands... when you still have your youth and beauty... fick the jealous husbands
crystal {crystalshaw@mail.com} Okay, so this is a very old board, and I just need a place to write this all down, but hell, that's what the fray's here for, right? I am bitter about love (big suprise!). Not as an institution, but rather that mine was taken for granted. I'm bitter that women have trained me to say i love you when i get off the phone no matter who i'm talking to. I'm bitter that my girlfriend of a year, the woman who has a piece of my heart, brokeup with me on my birthday by asking me for permission to fuck the guy who lives across the hall from me. I'm bitter that after I said no, it took her less than 6 hours to have his tongue in her throat and his fingers in her pussy. I'm bitter that spends time with him, knowing it kills me. I want my heart back. I want it back now. I'm never giving it out again. It's mine. Others can look, but not touch. My mom's advice as i left for college was not to get seriously involved with the first five women i had sex with. I fell in love with the first. How fucking stupid of me. I want to find someone new, someone to kiss, someone to cuddle with, someone to cradle my faults against her breasts and tell me i'm not a bad person. I want to know if she ever loved me. I don't think so. It's probably my fault. And I hate that that's my response to anything bad happening to me. I'm trying to just throw it off and emeerge anew, but it's hard. I loved him. I really, really loved him. You know that wide-eyed happy you're-my-world-and-can-do-no-wrong sort of love? I'm not sure how to love anybody else like that now. It sucks, too, because it's a nice feeling to have, and because I didn't do anything wrong. I will never, never, never understand why people cheat. Especially on people who are good and loving and kind. What is the point? What sort of sick satisfaction comes from huring people that care about you? do rules not apply? is it fair to just break hearts, just because you can? Because you're that much more important? But no, I'm not bitter. I just wish he'd fuckin' realize.
d What makes me bitter? A 1:1 transfusion with lemon juice. I find it very hard to be bitter - I'm of the opine that those who intend to make me bitter (either voluntarily or involuntarily) can go and take a long walk off a short pier. What worries me is this society's non-acceptance of bitterness - increasingly, the media generation breeds a set of automata that cannot take criticism - bitterness is but one part of the antidote.
El Torero I HATE FUCKING TEACHERS AND SCHOOL!!!!!!!!!!!!
Jamie {ice.cube@ic24.com} everything makes me bitter and i talk about it to all who will listen....funny thing is i am happy anyway and use the bitterness for fuel
rosa Being a monster. Seeing everyone around me laughing, dancing, playing, fucking, loving, and knowing I will never be allowed to play. Being an enormous pile of dog shit too cowardly to check out despite the knowledge that it will never get better.
Tweaky Bitter people make me Bitter and such is the way of the world. I cower from the Bitter in fear of every letting a mental notion like that, take over my system. I once lived in cruel bitterness of the world. Then one day I let go. Once I stopped being Bitter, the world didn't become a better place, but I can tolerate it for the sum of: what it is and what its worth.
panda This bullshit world. Laws that protect those to stupid to protect themselves. People who do not wish to learn. Helping those I cannot help. Stress. Death The fact that no one cares.
david {dr_psy_chosis@hotmail.com} WEED GIVES ME SHIT NEEDED TO BE THE MOST MEANEST MAN ON THIS EARTH BITTERNESS DRUGZ RULE MY LIFE BITTERNESS OF LIFE CRACK WHIZZ PUFF EASYZ. ........
johny yoyoyoyoyo {johny99999999999999999999999999@hotmail.com} sickness makes me bitter Parents who don't seem to understand that I actually am sick and the extent of my sickness makes me bitter fuck you who talks about 900 days seige in Leningrad, until you've had your wellbeing taken away from you you will never know what it feels like to hit rock bottom. I have all of this knowledge I have all of this fucking promise to be a brilliant "fill in the blank" and I can't even use it, I can't even stay in fucking school in order to get my degree 'cause I'm so fucking sick. Every single person whom I ever called "friend" has deserted me, that makes me bitter. Family members who think I'm crazy makes me bitter. An empty life makes me bitter. Three years spent with needles in my veins and countless pills consumed with NO END IN SIGHT makes me bitter. Having to move half way accross the country in order to find a doctor who may or may not be able to cure me makes me very bitter. Not being able to even keep a part-time job because I'm so chemically sensitive makes me bitter. And don't tell me to be thankful for what I have because anyone who says that takes for granted the fact that they're able to get up every day, go to work, play a sport, workout, hang out with friends 'till 2, go clubbing, go to school, or whatever they feel like doing. I can't do these things so life is hollow for me. Chronic Fatigue Syndrome makes me extremely bitter
Rebecca {rebeccami@earthlink.net} Men
K Biting into banana peels. Japanese Persimmons. Missing "Whose Line Is It, Anyway?" Money, Money, Money. To Hell With Money. My parent's rotten choices. My own rotten choices. Republicans. Especially that bastard Dubya. The 2000 U.S. presidential election. The demise of The Smiths. The rise of N*Sync. The wee bits of leaves at the bottom of your teacup after a tastey splash of Green or Oolong at your local Japanese restaurant. Marlon Brando not having done more with his talent. That The Jerry Springer Show is exported as "Those Crazy Americans!" Anything and Everything on that show. Gaining *a little too much* weight. Having to pee the minute I get into the video or music store. The commercialization of everything, including -especially! - spirituality. That Michael Jackson so detested the way he looked that he went through years of troublesome surgery to make himself look like a Disney cartoon. My broken promises to God.
Jarrod San Angel {jarrods@corp.earthlink.net} Nothing makes me bitter anymore. I am bitterness. It is me, it is everything, it is the lack. The lack of anything that might be construed as a life. The lack of Love. The lack of Freedom. The lack of Will to gain that which I have not. I look at the Ugly man with his pretty wife. Why not me? I look at the child with a loving family. Why not Me? I look at the poor man with a smile on his face. Why not ME? I am bitterness. Everything makes me bitter.
Glenn I am bitter because I loved you with all my heart and you have broken it with your silence. You have been my friend since the day we met, but I have never loved you until now, when your words sound so beautiful and your kisses so sweet. Only to wear my heart on my sleeve, give you my world, offer you the sun, moon, and stars. We talked of love and futures and happiness. I am still here...but where are you?
jen {triplejen@hotmail.com} Stupid people bitter me beyond recognition, specially the ones who are stupid but try to act as if the were intelligent. (Fundamentalist Christians, par example) Fuck it off
Sargas {chaos_in_the_land@yahoo.com} my english sucks, aaaanyway. i feel bitter very often!!! it´s the empty room, filled with things that are not me. the thick walls inside the room. the cold bed. but its ok. i wanna feel bitter in this world!!!
morpho-oscilating-reso-gun {viet@gmx.li} I make myself bitter. I take all my negative energy and focus it towards myself. I punish myself constantly for other people's actions and I compare my faults to the good in others. I just want to be my own person and love myself and do everything that makes me happy. But life sucks, and so do I.
Bre {bmhayes@cats.ucsc.edu} Stupid. Pregnant. Teens. Yeah, they make me bitter. Actually, all pregnant women in general make me bitter. The population is rising and our natural resources are being depleted. It is an inverse relationship. "Everyone is too busy spawning the future to ensure that we have one." -The Misanthropic Bitch (http://bitch.shutdown.com)
Anne {anne-evangelisti@msn.com} Our blatant fucking society has made me bitter to the core. The way people act, their ignorant little minds, the way they follow, the way the cheat, lie, steal, hurt themselves and others without respect for anyone or anything. How shallow we are with our own primitive fucking impulses, and how our impulses control us, and control others. As power has stricken the best to a sick life, getting of on telling others what to do, think, and feel. That, and when I do appreciate those close to me, I get nothing from it. I get nothing from investing physical time, or emotional energy trying to make a woman happy, when I get jack shit. I get to wait for her to feel better. I get to act as her god-damn psychiatrist while getting lack of appreciation back. Fuck it! Life's a bitch, then you die.
Crimson King I feel like the odd man out here (should that make me bitter?) but actually nothing thus far has made me bitter. Sure, I'm angry about some things, upset about others, and sad about still others, but I've never really felt bitter. I've felt the bittersweetness that comes from watching a child grow up, but that's more a sense of melancholy, a sadness for times gone by. Maybe it's just a matter of semantics, but many of the the writers above seem to be confusing disillusionment with bitterness. It's possible to have one without the other. I've lost some of my dreams, but I still have others, so I'm not completely disillusioned. Maybe that would make me bitter. But I doubt it.
P Nolan {pnp@envirocitizen.com} I saw a bumper sticker that said
i hated highschool I saw a bumper sticker that said "God is pro-life". Why then have I lost so many friends at such young ages? When people spend thousands of dollars on something as ridiculous as a fur vest while others are homeless and rotting away from the bitter cold.. When my landlord doesn't understand that I am Buddist and do not want to set traps for the mice that infest the house I live in, rather than find out where they are comin in from. When I have seen bands with amazing talent go unnoticed for years while people who dont even write their own music, and lip sync at their concerts, make millions. I wasn't voted anything in the senior year book (there's not a 'most bitter' section)
i hated highschool I agree with the Crimson King up there. but what gets ME bitter? well, let's start: 1. complicated life itself. 2. people's ignorance from what i really think, in two words: stygmatik people. 3. i think that everyone gets a really bitter inside sometimes, with no explained reason...
yotam kadosh {pole@iol.co.il} globalization. society forcing introverts into extrovert activities. being paralyzed by knowledge to the point in which i cannot act. writing complex things. quantum mechanics. all i need is a little simplicity. banks. world war ii.
Sadhia People who claim to never be bitter, self-criticism, disrespect, and the horrible things that some people do to their children pyschologicaly. what makes me bitter?so many things.in fact life to me is an infinite valley fo tears. I am bitter because of my extremely good-looks.I can´t walk down a street with out all those men looking at me.Prehaps I should move somewhere were women wear veils.Nah,it would probably just make me even more bitter.I have too many cute guys to chose from so I just get confused and so many women are jellous of me for no reason.So many men love me just for my looks and don´t notice my brain.Most men being morons any way,like most females. I am very bitter because of my very high iq and great intelligence.Most people are morons to me,and conversations with them are just not very entertaining.My friends are more like my kids or something,we are just not on the same level.People like me have few soulmates.Most people are even too stupid to understand half of the things I say,or they take it too litterally,or what ever. I am very bitter because of all my gifts.I can´t decide what to do with them all.I am so confused. Then I am very,very bitter about all my money.I don´t know what to do with all my money.People envy me and I have to be affraid of theives and all.I have lots of money in banks and stuff even if they would steal all I have but then what can I possible do with all that money.If I would sit and burn money my whole life,I would never be able to burn all of them,and if the pope decided to sell the vatican,well I wouldn´t even have spent 1% of it all.Also because of all my money I have lot of fake friends and noone really understands me and I don´t understand them.What is broke?What does that feel like?What is expensive? I am also very bitter about my very good health.I never get one free day from that eternal boredom called school because I have a flu.I have asked my dad just to buy me a diploma but he refuses. I am very bitter about my boring perfect parents. I am very bitter about what a great person I am.I have so much love and compassion.I turn on the tv and there is a movie about the poor indians and all or a news brad cast about the hungry people in africa and I just cry my eyes out.I feel so deeply all this hurt.And I start to feel bitter for having nothing to feel bitter about.hehehehehehehe
Miss Lucifer {vanity@hell.com} Bitterness. It always comes down to hate. It's another word for "an unveiled view of the world". But "bitter" might be an easier pill to swallow. It seperates people. It pigeon-holes the people with the imagination to link unrelated ideas. The intelligence to develop that thought into something original. The ability to think for themselves. To see that people don't think for themselves anymore. Harsh? Yes. But the truth usually is. People bask in the eldrich blue light of TV every day. For hours on end. They watch the news to catch up on the editorial wrap up on the day. Unbiased journalism? The minute someone speaks it is biased. It is full of meaning and innuendo. But it passes through the most guarded of defences as "the truth". Of how the world REALLY is. "Insight" is not neccassarily "anarchist". It's the ability to see through veils. To make original conclusions. It allows us to appreciate the good things for what they are. How rare and unique an original thought is. {fray} is just that. A place for original ideas. A soundingboard for feelings that resonates from page to page. Harmony in discordance. I might be called all the things in the story and I have been. But I'm not going to keep quiet. Not for a second. Sometimes I say things, just to rock the boat. Just to make peoples defences rise up to the occasion. That causes people to at least FEEL something about something. Good or bad reactions, no matter to me. The momentary lack of indifference is the difference. That's what all I want in life. To make people move from indifference.
Disco Jeezus {axis@shadokil.net} You know what makes me bitter... simple things. Fuckin retards who drive 65mph in left lanes. Bumpkins, specially women in the check-out lanes writing checks in the world of debit cards. Infomercials, never ending, during X-files which is already moved to 12:30am and given thats the only time I watch tv and fall asleep during commercials of moronic proportions. Stock options that end up costing you a fuckin lot in short term capital gain taxes. You make 100K in sales and pOOf 45some K is taken away already. Seeing cops makes me bitter. Fuckin cops have nothing better to do than to give you tickets for going 55 in 45 zone. Bastards, when was the last time they used blinkers before they cut you off??? People make me biTTer, weeknds and holidays (not that I get any) are supposed to be days when you are less miserable, but given the traffic on 101 and fuckin tourists everywhere just extends the misery of weekdays to weekends and holidays. Ya know what I'm sayin? People out in sweat pants makes me bitter to the sickening extent. Cheesy big mouth sales and marketing people make me bitter. Just leave us engineers alone you fuckin 'wanna-be-engineers'. Watching Bush on tv makes me bitter. Who elected that hillbilly retard in the first place?!? Sorry, I can't vote as I'm not a resident fuckin alien. I fuckin pump thousands of dollars in your federal and state tax but no no I can't vote. And.... and.. and just being so bitter, makes me bitter. Isnt that ironic? Don't you think?
Feisal {feisal_siddiqi@hotmail.com} missed opportunities... things thatmake bitter are fucking nancy ass gweebos and stellas who listen to disco music,dance and pop.what a load of shit.but thats not the reason i ahte them.im a "goff" if you ask those peanut turds.i dont even like gothic bands.i hate thatmusic what im in to is metal,ska,punk and hip hop.i got longish hair so im labeled as a goth.some of the peopel i hang around have ahd beatings for this very reason.but thank fully im know for my short temper and violence where i live so they leave me alone.they dont even attack you one on one its always in gang.its becoming worse all the time.more and more violent so im learning ninjitsu when im 16 and im buy gloves with powdered lead sow into the knuckle to give it the extra kick on your punch.theres no other remedy but to give them beatings if they give you lip so im gonan do it.does nayone have the same expirence? racists,people who wreck society,homophobics and wussy assed rich kids that always always think they can do better than you and piss you off can !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!SUCK!!!MY!!!COCK!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
gza gary. you are weak and pathetic. take your main contender one on one. and dont wear weaponed gloves. you are a pussy. hiding behind a weapon. and i believe hip hop is a form of dance music? yeah it is. stop contradicting yourself. whore.
sean Men who lie and ignore their children
iluim {harryfakeford@yahoo.com} These make me bitter: no matter how long your history may go back with someone...trust equals stupidity. people are ruthless, two faced liars. knowing without having the proof she doesn't care that you have 999 pieces to a 1000 piece puzzle, and the picture is crystal clear. She plays you for the fun of it...you knew her six years, and waited for her inability to distinguish arrogance from confidence to change. She tells you it did, and you are prepared to turn a six year friendship into something more. she has a third side you didn't know about - The first one, is the one you fell in love with after six years. The second, is the ruthless little bitch she is towards people who love her. And the third one, is the one who will sick that ruthless bitch against you for no reason at all. I told her it was not a big deal, and asked her to drop it. She told me she may have been raped, I knew in my heart it was nonsense...but she had six years of my trust, so I began to doubt my own common sense. She manuvered me into a position where I almost killed my friend over it...only to finally learn what I knew to begin with. she screwed 2 of your friends
BURNED {nyhydro50@aol.com} When people are angry all the time. And when there's nothing to be angry about, they FIND something to be angry about. I spent more than half my life being angry and it got me nowhere. Life becomes MUCH more bearable when you step back for a moment and say, "What the HELL am I so pissed off about?" I enjoy everyday no matter WHAT happens to me now. If could survive last year, everything else seems pretty trivial!
Mike Thomas {thomasmd@mac.com} although this may sound like every other bitchy girl out there. . i am bitter about guys. they lie to you and tell you you're beautiful, gain your trust, make you happy and make you feel special. then when they finally fuck you they let the relationship die. or they leave you for their ex-girlfriends. . even though when you were with him he told you he DIDN'T want a relationship. experiences like these have left me paranoid and bitter. this has happened to me at least 3 times. . . in a row. i am now worried to get involved with anybody, for fear they will hurt me. i know that everything happens for a reason and that through life you're meant to met challenges . . .but c'mon give me a little downtime before i'm shot through the heart again
winged fetus {wingedfetus@aol.com} Bitterness is a matter of perception, however, it’s all because of life. I hate to live.
Omar {jul_nar@hotmail.com} Liars.
Fairy People who hide behind an image that they themselves have constructed. The poor opressed woman who can't get a fair shake in this mans world. The poor person aflicted with attention deficit disorder(which I have, but never ask for special treatment because of) who just can't pull it together long enough to do as good a job as everyone else...sheesh! These people ask for all kinds of special treatment then point to their "problem" when they feel they are being judged. Half the time they are NOT being judged, they just feel judged. Bitternes is a badge of honor these days. As far as I'm concerned, keep it to yourself and let me enjoy this moment that some unexplainable miracle of nature has given me.
James {yoursforasking@hotmail.com} The death of our baby girl, Cedar. She asphyxiated in my womb and nobody can tell me why. My soul is screaming and I feel like dying. But at work, people expect me to be happy that so-and-so had a baby and want me to buy the smug, self-satisfied asshole a baby gift! Fuck them! They didn't even say sorry when our baby died. It was like they didn't notice that I wasn't pregnant anymore, but I know they did notice. They just didn't care. So I don't care about them.
Stephanie {stephanie@usermail.com} Politics in general makes me bitter because most of the so-called activists act so clean cut about something that is inherently corrupt. Don't mind the corruption though...it's fun to read about and I know too many politicians to not want to bathe in reflected corruption!
someone People who can't relax piss me off. If you can't just sit back for a few hours at a time whenever you feel like it and just marvel at this accident that we call life (or even just watch tv with some friends in silence) then you really aren't getting as much joy as you can from the world. sucks to be you! Winged Fetus : You're right...us guys are complete bastards, but hey, that's why you love us! ;-)
nightfever Hatred. the fact that people have so much good in them and refuse to see it in themselves and in others. people who refuse to see that we are all people and everyone's life has the same value, no matter where they are from or what their government does. and people who cannot see that the pain makes the joy that much sharper
Amber {amber@sorren.com} What makes me bitter? Not much, as it’s not a state that comes naturally to me. It takes a lot to get me there. There is one thing, though that consistently catches me off guard. It’s hard for me to think about. It’s one of those things that just take the wind out of me. When I think about it, it leaves me sad, and bitter. We’ve all known people that are true shits. Inconsiderate, ruthless consumers. Never giving anything back. Just take, take, and take. It seems they never take a long look in the mirror. Introspection is as foreign to them as charity. But they seem to not mind. They seem to actually like themselves. Then there are those people that make you understand the meaning of humanity. There is a softness, a sensitivity about them. They are kind, loving, and generous. They try to ‘do the right thing’. They set a higher standard for themselves than for others. I have a friend like that. He is smart, funny, and patient. He would do just about anything for anybody. He’s a lovely man. He is unhappy. He’s unhappy with himself. He judges himself far too harshly. He cannot begin to understand how beautiful, rare, and valuable he is. It seems to me that the more sensitive and thoughtful a person is, the more they struggle. It seems that the people who care about others, about their impact on the world and its inhabitants, seem to suffer the most. Their sensitivity-the very thing responsible for their goodness-causes them an enormous amount of pain. Instead of being valued and nurtured, people take advantage and suck the life out of these people. People who don’t care- selfish, indecent folks-suffer none. Childish though it may be, unfairness makes me bitter.
Lisa Spencer Sass. I hate him with a passion.
Providence well where do i begin.... it's really all the assholes in life that get you down. the motherfuckers who fuck your life up and the sick reality is that you let them win. Everone has the same gripes and groans but we do nothing to change the same old bullshit from happening. we are party to our own missery. i,for one, find myself stuck in the habit of alowing dipshit sincophat motherfuckers to win.untill we realize that the cunt licking cock sucking bastards are in the minority they will continue to skate through life without a care in the wold and not a second thought as to the havock they wreak upon the rest of us. Its high time the basturds reap what they sew. i am no longer going to go out of my way to be nice. i get nothing out of it and it makes me tired. but i'm not bitter, i'm tart. evil jude
judith well where do i begin.... it's really all the assholes in life that get you down. the motherfuckers who fuck your life up and the sick reality is that you let them win. Everone has the same gripes and groans but we do nothing to change the same old bullshit from happening. we are party to our own missery. i,for one, find myself stuck in the habit of alowing dipshit sincophat motherfuckers to win.untill we realize that the cunt licking cock sucking bastards are in the minority they will continue to skate through life without a care in the wold and not a second thought as to the havock they wreak upon the rest of us. Its high time the basturds reap what they sew. i am no longer going to go out of my way to be nice. i get nothing out of it and it makes me tired. but i'm not bitter, i'm tart. evil jude
judith God! A lot to say! It’s fucking life, it’s fucking needs that you can never fulfill. You always have something that you desperately need, yet, can never get, and even if you get, something as impossible becomes a need. Sexuality is a problem for everyone, even if it isn’t now, it must have been a problem in a previous stage. And moreover, it will defiantly be in a later one. Sexuality is deep, very deep. It’s somehow a taboo also. Not everywhere as equal though. Sexuality is a challenge that you can’t live within peacefully and can’t live without and be satisfied. Insecurity is one more major and everlasting problem. You can never produce and think peacefully unless you have the minimum security whereby you can at least rest for a while and forget about the environment in which you are. Curious people around me are a problem too! They want to know about me what doesn’t matter to their own lives, but doe smatter a lot to me. It matters to me that they know or not, yet, for them it’s only a piece of fucking information to gossip about. They can fuck me up, just to gossip. Assholes! My girlfriend is a problem. She is now a major problem. I simply don’t want here. I can’t stand the way she loves me and the way I don’t love here. We are new though. But I can’t take it anymore, and I can’t tell here off. Hell, we are very new together. Butt I don’t need here, I don’t miss here, I don’t feel here. She is too horny for me, and I can’t keep on screwing here. My job. Well, I got a fucking good job, but I have problems also. However, I think my job is the best thing that has happened to me in years. At least I can be someone creative and strong. However, if I make a mistake I go crazy and feel dumb. My needs are different. I’m fucking moody too. I hardly find friends that understand my nature and I lose them for stupid things that I can’t just forgive them for. I can be fucking stubborn I really wana have a perfect body. My family too. They are so loving and devoted. But they are getting old and they aren’t as fun as they used to be. They got too week before I got strong enough to take over. You know what? I rally wanted to shoot myself the other day. I swear to God, it was so tempting. But I didn’t. it’s only 2 reasons that kept me from doing it 1- I don’t wana be an asshole and literally fuck my family’s life 2 I’m not pretty sure whether there is life after death or not, however, if there is; I’ll get fucked there. What’s good? There has to be something good, I know. Let me think. God, I became slow in typing when it came to good stuff. Well, I thank god that I am not so stupid, I wouldn’t say I’m cleaver because I really can’t tell, I mean dull people don’t know they are dull, so I can be so dull that I think I’m cleaver. Look, I know I’m not so cleave and smart because when my friends sand I play games I usually lose. I know I’m not fast. But I know for sure that I can be a vary good designer. I know I am creative. I know I can strong. And I know I can be fucking week. In the end, I do wish to die and skip life after death, if there was any.
Who cares My mom has a temper problem and I always have to stop myself from beating the sh*t out of her. When i have to control myself like that, that's when i get bitter. If people like that who have bad days at work or for whatever reason, take the anger out on either the problem or in a closed place away from innocent people.
Jason Bitterness, it's infused in life, it's learned. True bitterness cant be given to someone, it cant be learned. It has to be created by the soulless and selfish acts of human beings that betray you and your trust. My bitterness is caused by my horrible taste in women, I tend to gravitate to women that have major phycological or social problems. Women that believe that marriage means "Until I'm bored, or until it get's too hard" Women that believe that screwing everything that moves shouldn't be a reason for me to get mad and want to break up in dating. Women that are excellent manipulators and change you slightly every day until you wake up and cat recognize yourself in the morning anymore. Women that say "I love you" but refuse to show it. Women that lie to others to get back at you for childish reasons. Women that are clinically insane.
Tim Gray Banana and Med School. I will survive. And sell insurance. DONKEYTOETAG FOREVER!!!
Vodka Tonic Spritzer {donkeytoetag@msn.com} Your site makes me bitter. ....when u are not looking i will fuck u in tha ear.
Fuck you in the ear when u are destracted {gif_dude@hotmail.com} Poverty that is what makes me bitter. Mental Illness (in my case Manic-Depression) makes me bitter as HELL! I'm so sick of it. The medication keeps me from wanting to off myself but that's it. Keeping a job...forget it. I can't seem to function without all of my energy being drained by just making it to work and surviving the day. I have crying spells and panic attacks and have to go to the bathroom for long periods of time just to get back mental control. I feel the desire to cut myself (and often did when not on meds) when I feel the self-hate that I feel daily. I can ace any interview and get jobs that most with my educational level (2 years of college) cannot, yet every job I get I usually either get fired from. That has made me beyond bitter. You can't do anything in this world without MONEY--that makes me bitter. CLASSISM is very real and alive and well. People (from here on "ppl")treat you better when they think that you have $$ or at least that you have a stable income/home. That makes me bitter, very bitter. I've lived in homeless shelters many times. By the way--not all of the ppl that run them/work in them are saints! In my experience many are judgmental, control freaks that actually hate the ppl they profess to help but know they can abuse and mistreat us with little or no consequence. (I recall one Thanksgiving being served brownish-colored, rotting turkey slices and cold green beans while watching the staff eat a freshly- cooked [donated], whole turkey with all trimmings. Similar experiences have made me VERY bitter.) Currently, I've lived with my boyfriend for the last 3 months. He is nice but I KNOW he must be getting sick of the fact that I'm not working at all for the last 2. He is often at work (making very little money as a taxi driver)so, he's not home much. I'm sick of going to the store and trying to figure out how to eat for the week on $3 f**king dollars. It makes me bitter as hell! I see people that do not have to deal with these issues. Mommy and Daddy provide everything for them. If they have a mental illness or any problems they will have a place to live--I have slept outside, in office buildings and probably will again. Also death of loved ones makes me beyond bitter. My parents both died before I turned 18. At 17 I was sent to live with my grandmother and 2 years later she died. Sometimes I wish I could trade lives that some of the ppl feel who have written earlier for mine. I respect their pain and bittnerness. Yet I also believe that until you have been in a shelter, until you have not eaten in a week (not because of a diet but because you have no money) until you have faced the world totally alone with no one. No relatives (not by choic, by death), no real friends...I don't know if you have reached the depth that your bitteness can TRUELY reach. I also know that there are ppl in my situation that are even worse off/have reason to be even more bitter than I. Like ppl that are homeless, have no family,have a mental illness AND are also missing a limb or have dyslexia. I can at least use my boyfriend's PC to vent like this. Thanks to the person who created this format and thanks to all of you for writing here. I feel slightly sickened now because even under all of my thank you(s) and attempts to see that others may be even worse off than I am. I know that the only food in the kitchen are some caned peas and my boyfriend in this slow economy will probably only make a few dollars today and that my days are numbered here before I'll need to try to find a homeless shelter or empty building. To say that I'm bitter is an understatement.
cocoa {loddy_freakin_da@yahoo.com} Lots. Not being allowed to express my bitterness... being shunned when I have something negative to say... when people buy bullshit in nice packaging... and totally DISS the real stuff that isn't wrapped in gold paper... Being asked to subscribe to the pettywhims of 'culture'... There's much to be said for WHAT I AM and not being told that I have to Succumb and obey to some or many of RULES that any given society apply... yes there is social injustice.... being disqualified from approval because you don't walk a certain way or you do, you dress a certain way or you dont. You don't necessarily think like the ordinary man , you aren't conventional and by mere fact of that nobody will make an effort to understand you. Being told I'm STRANGE only because my life has been a roller coaster ride across the seven seas I can't be conventional like any place or the peoples I ever seem to run into. Being Invalidated... not thinking I'm good enough because the shoulder of Authority likes to believe WHO's right and WHO's wrong more than WHAT's right and wrong. Corporate pets... Being slapped in the face and then being asked by abusers to take that HOrRIBLE FuCking Angry look of my face.....WTF?!!!??? Always having a few less points in bargaining power because of demography, cultural values... trying to identify problems when people refuse to cooperate... ETHNOCCENTRICITY...... that makes me very sick... very bitter.... and let's not use that wimpy term 'racism'... the whole fuckin nation Australian can bury that term into their mouth until they figure out what it REALLY MEANS. the fact that I have not been allowed to behave in anyway different by my family since they last saw me at the age of seventeen.... not being allowed to grow... not being allowed to show.... going to a place I call home and know that I'll be smoking and drinking on a daily basis cause I am totally paranoid of mental ABUSE. Being told by my family that my life sucks out on the STREETS when all I'm doing is my best.... Repression and not being allowed to get away from all this.... not knowing how to express my bitterness ... not wanting to admit my bitterness because negative emotions viewed by society are WRONG and most of all not being allowed to express my bitterness, not being able to GET IT ALL OUT when the fucking bastards who did some of their shit to me with deliberate intentions deny it or flush it back down their own shit hole PUssy shitted morons who cant put up a fair fight... The chickenshitted wuss who cheated me out of my own money and caused me physical and mental damage that I have not been able to reconcile... I will equally ruin his integrity..... one of these days........ bureaucracy... security guards who 'own ' their own little world of authority. Doing things in a certain way because 'it always has bEEN' not because 'This procedure works better now... ditch the old "standards"' People who fear of the unknown, condemning things you don't understand... narrowmindedness (In its greatest context applicable) and being a victim of passive angressivenesss... Not knowing whether I will rule my own universe or being merely 'assimilated' into the so-called bigger picture which will eventually swallow me up so that I'll become nothing. Being in a city where you can't trust no one... The list goes on right? I dont think it will ever end.....
bread on a stick What makes me bitter...... The fact that I found this site, that I was on the internet for so long, doing nothing, that I wound up here. What makes me bitter..... Everything that I am about to say has already been said, but nonetheless I will sit here ranting and raving for 30 minutes. What makes me angry.. That this is all I have to do, is sit here and whine to you. I cant say anything I want to people I see only you, because you cant judge me. what makes me sick.... the world of course, well that and heaven. That I believed that everything would be granted. And now I am here, 1/4th of my life expired. Nowhere to go and nothing to do. so I just sit and talk to you. I am so fucking angry that the people I see dont act the way I think. That the people I think have morals and values only put them on as a show. That the world is a big damn play that never ends and has no point. We all sit here as actors believing that we have a purpose, but we dont. one two three generations ahead what will be changed. Boards like this will exist in some shape or form. People like me and you will be here to. The world will be more polluted, more people will die, more warlords will arise, more politions will lie and here we are sitting on our lazy fucking asses. Doing nothing, why, why would we sit here and take it. Because we are human and we do what we see each other do. Our race is a shame and you think that anything makes a difference. no, it doesnt. No matter how much of this shit you read it probably wont change your mind at all. You will not be able to talk in poetry or express your feelings to the girl named sabina that sits across from you in english class, damnit. And no matter what choices I make my life will end the same. Old, senile, worthless, bag of shit. what makes me............... burn everything, I hate you all, so now I hate myself. I am so pissed that I started writing this and now I am about to finish and I fell no different. I dont feel poetic because this isnt poetry , like I said , it is just rantings and ravings. So by for now. ill be back when I am pissed and have no place to turn but the internet again. oh, yeah one more thing, I hate that I have so much wisdom in my head but now , in words it is just a pile of shit. by the way , I love linkin park and hoobastank, dont know why I am saying it but I am , so dont analyze it you son of a bitch.
Matt Mathis {dianamathis@attbi.com} work makes me bitter. people who talk at me make me bitter, as well as other forms of unwanted conversation. trust me, you're not as witty, talented or interesting as you think you are. chances are you're an idiot.
dude {dude@dude.dude} Okay, it's been several years, now, and how has life shaped up? Not that I expect anyone to care much, but I needed to follow up on this, so what the heck, eh? I've gotten married to a simple girl, and have been subsequently greeted w/ not-so-simple problems (big shock-yeah right!) Shortly after marriage, I moved to where she lived, seeing as she couldn't stand the city, and found myself unemployed for three months. When I finally landed a job, (after several temp positions that didn't pay squat), I find that the insurance through the company wouldn't handle my wife's medical problems (surprise!!)and in order for her insurance to remain valid, I couldn't earn above poverty wages, cute, huh? So now, 3 years later, I'm broke in BFE, working a job I hate(but not for too many hours, or I won't be able to afford her medication),we've been through 3 miscarriages, in a rat infested hole and she then tells me she's willing to move back to where I'd been living,knowing I can't go back. I can't blame her, I walked into this eyes open, but damn, the timing is SO appropriate! For now, I'll make a go of it here, particularly since we now have 1 child living (after 3 miscarriages, I think we were due at least 1 bit of good news), whom I wouldn't trade the world for, thank GOD for our son. One bit of troubling news, however, it seems that among my in laws, one of them has a relative who is the next door neighbor of the hellbeast that nearly destroyed my life altogether almost a decade ago. A coincidence? Hmm, I don't don't really buy that, but my life has been filled w/ coincidences of that sort. Partly due to this phenomenon, and, yes, a little paranoia on my part, I make sure I have some idea as to her GENERAL whereabouts, so as to avoid her. Partly for this reason, I don't really visit my own mother much, as she has moved to a town quite near my ex, (another coincidence? :( ) As the saying goes, "keep your friends close, but your enemies closer". I suppose it's a matter of time before the next catastrophe in my life, but I'm almost used to it, I guess. Many other negative things have transpired too numerous to mention, but hey, maybe if I place bets on the severity of the disaster, I might actually improve our circumstances financially and our son won't be stuck behind the karmic 8-ball I've been subjected to for the better part of my life. (Okay, a long shot, but what the hell). I've heard rumors that the miscarriages my wife had weren't entirely accidental, but since there's no proof, (and it IS just a rumor, right?) I must ignore them as I can, and make do. The point of all this? Simple, really. It is...SURVIVAL IS NOT LIVING, IT IS MERELY EXISTENCE! But I guess it beats the alternative...damn! mty
M York {eigokamikaze@netzero.net} What makes me bitter? Bitter isn't the word I'd use because it reminds me of fermentation and inaction. I don't like the direction of the world or the the superficial nature of society, worship of materialism and all things shallow, the neonization of our planet, the Golden Arches and fake fast food everywhere, corporate America taking over in place of small business, computers and high tech, the way the high tech industry has created more isolationism, paranoia, expense, and complication in life. Followers, sameness--irritate me. Dreary drudgers along, boring sameness, doomsdayers. I've suffered my share of abuse. I've been beaten on psyche wards in the name of treatment and have chronic pain forever from the resulting injury, and yeah, lots of time I sit here unable to do much but scream in pain, thinking about dredging up some gun and blowing my brains all over the white wall to end this unending universe of pain I now live in. But I've got a sense of humor. You may not have sensed it. But I do. And I have an optimism that may seem delusional but it works for me. People have done me dirty over and over in situations I had no control over, such as when I was a small child in the hands of a father who should not have been a father. Such as on locked down psyche wards where anything goes and the victim is discredited by the diagnosis. But I want to believe in people and the human race. It's difficult to do when we're paving over the planet, raping and shooting one another, ripping off the elderly, staring at TV screens while sitting there blown up with fat munching on more French Fries. It's difficult to do when all the white boys are beginning to look the same to me, short hair and backwards baseball caps, squirreling around all arrogant and hot headed like every one of them's just hot shit in big over sized over juiced pickup trucks with cases of beer in the back and over active hormones that justify anything a dick wants to do. It's difficult to do when I see everyone clamoring for their own individual rights to do everything with lawyers backing even idiots who burn themselves on hot coffee or smoke and get cancer or eat burgers and get fat. It's difficult to see this when you know people have brains and could use them to make choices or at least to accept responsibility for choices they make. It's difficult to believe when I see women getting pregnant over and over, having kids without any resources to raise them with, dragging them to parties, subjecting them to abusive boyfriends who should instead be booted out or better yet, killed and buried deep. It's really difficult to maintain any optimism for a future or about the nature of humans. Yet I do. It's a flaw really. But it gets me by. Bitter? Sometimes. Mostly though, I try to deal with my pain, bury my dead, do what I can to change the world and to help others, then have a beer and a good nights sleep.
Jody {bluestray@yahoo.com} One more thing, Mr. Hayduke, George, whatever, weren't you in the monkey wrench gang? Were you personally fight in that Russian battle? Just wondering because you make it sound like you did. But that'd make you old. Real old. If you did and survived, I salute you, old soldier. As for whiners, technically, sir, whining about whiners is whining. I'm 46 years old and have metal hardware holding my neck together. Yeah I whine sometimes. I got pain. I got a history, you know, of crap, like most everybody. I also just volunteered to go take out Saddam Hussein because there's going to be war probably all over Saddam being still alive and if one person got through somehow and took the guy out, even though it's a surefire suicide mission unlikely to succeed, if it did, it would save thousands upon thousands of lives, many of those lives being of innocents, like little kids. I would do this given a chance, too. I ain't just talking. What about you Hayduke big talking tough guy, you gonna volunteer for something such as taking out Saddam? I wanna know.
Jody sasa Bitterness, i try to deny bitterness because people always look down on bitter people, but im extremely bitter. Im bitter at people who judge people for their decisions in life and call them bad people, as if they had it that bad. Im bitter at the ones who tell me its my right to have certain opinions but that i shouldnt try to convert people to muy way of thinking. I mean if i dont do that how the hell is life going to change for me. I am a product of my society if i suddenly wake up to the truth then should i not try to let others change to. An analogy would be I am a plant and my soil is my society if i have found a way of utilising the soil in another way that is more efficient shouldnt i get other plants to do the same? IF I DONT THEY WILL CONTINUE TO LEACH THE SOIL. Until there is no good soil left for me, is that not right. People often tell me that i am pessimistic. They say "You only look on the negative side". I am constantly looking on the bright side but the negative is outwaying the positive at the moment and the positive is becoming harder and harder to find. Iam not really getting much evidense to suggest that there is much good anymore. That is why im so bitter. I have so-called friends but they are always suprising me with heartless comments that reveal to me their true nature. Is there much to hope for? These are the same people critisising my attitude, but they dont realise what they do to me themselves. mr president is spending billions on space ships to go to space while there are people starving in africa, those poor people who died in the space ship, how terrible. Yeah but who cares about those thousands of people he got killed in the aftermath of the september 11th attacks. Are those astronauts lives so much more valuable? Iam bitter about war its so inhumane why do leaders do it they are supposed to rational minded ppeople but they end up showing war monger like characteristics. Promoting war. You might as well just let apes run the countries. Atleast they are too dumb to actually materialize the mass wars. Now tell me does that not make you bitter. That is just one aspect of my bitterness. I really think i should go and see councelling because this world is pissing me off.
jim boothe {boothe99@hotmail.com} What is the source of my bitterness? College. I feel like I'm living in a 4 year void that leads to a 40 year void called a career which leads to the void of retirement, and then the final void, dath. Credit cards, jobs, cars, houses, its all a vision conjured up by man to find meaning on the Earth. I sincerely doubt that the meaning of life is the pursuit of a condo in a nice neighborhood. In closing, my bitterness is society.
bob {cinebulainc@hotmail.com} Hmm...guess I'm not really bitter. Color me non-plussed. As Bobby Zee said, "If there's an original thought out there, I could use it right now." P.S. It's illogical to stereotype a generation (whatever that is). A knowledge of human history helps demonstrate what's truly unique and what is common. It's difficult not to be ego-centric, self-defensive, and fearful. Complacency and bitterness are the offspring of Pain and Pride.
Case Losing the fight makes me bitter. Because then I know I'm too weak to do any better. It is my last defense. At least I can still look down on others from my elevated position.
ajs -People giving me shit; what the fuck did I do to you, man? -Women breaking their pelvises spreading their legs for human garbage while I cry and jerk off alone in my room. -The fact that my vote is worthless, and I only bother so I have the right to complain when the government proves itself worthless. -My own bad attitude.
Danny {dannydelinquent@safetypingirl.com} ...an open question to consider... Given what's happened in the world, the multiple examples of human inhumanity towards each other, albeit something as grandiose as any of numerous wars to something as small? as dishonesty to a close friend, can anyone supply a reason why humanity should NOT be eliminated from the face of the universe? I have come to the conclusion that, unless there is some sort of accountability on the part of all that has been done, there really is no point to it all. Thanks to one person's selfishness, I have become the very thing I despise...a vengeful, wrathful, hateful thing whose sole purpose in life is now to prevent myself from acting on the very hatred I have nurtured, simply because it is supposed to be the "right" thing to do. Even worse, those who truly care for me suffer as a result of this blind rage of mine, even if they do not realize it themselves. I don't even have the luxury of venting this upon the focus of my anger. If I did, would I be able to prevent myself from tearing this person apart with my bare hands? Or would I be too dumbstruck to even act, allowing the opportunity for retribution to pass by impotently, like some sort of soulless thing? Thank you, Angie, you are some piece of work. Let's hope, perhaps, that there is a God, for only there will you receive any mercy. I have none left to give.
You know me... reading Becky E's story. Do something about it! (eg. positive vibe) it works and becomes a chaine reaction. And when has the world ever been just? Ray of Light now on a positive note: keep on passing those open windows!
misunderstoodkitty {meow@bitterassbitchinc.com} reading Becky E's story. Do something about it! (eg. positive vibe) it works and becomes a chaine reaction. And when has the world ever been just? Ray of Light now on a positive note: keep on passing those open windows!
misunderstoodkitty {meow@bitterassbitchinc.com} reading Becky E's story. Do something about it! (eg. positive vibe) it works and becomes a chaine reaction. And when has the world ever been just? Ray of Light now on a positive note: keep on passing those open windows!
misunderstoodkitty {meow@bitterassbitchinc.com} What makes me bitter? The fact that my father is a murderer makes me bitter. The fact that he has been in prison for 18 years now and still can't admit his wrongs makes me bitter. Most of all the fact that he can not assume any responsibility for anything makes me bitter. I guess he just makes me bitter.
Tiffany {Adrmer88@yahoo.com} Bitter.It is that feeling thats not quite anger, but not as small as annoyance. What makes me bitter is the people who look at me like i'm inferior, but i know that inside, they are hurting. i'm called cold, emotionless, heartless and uncaring. i don't think i am. i think that really, i'm just bitter.
Zero I'd like to say this country makes me bitter. People. Lost chances. Dying relatives. Religion. Teenage melodrama. But in the end I am the reason for my bitterness. My own inability to cope with the corruption in our own government, with human beings, with all the oppurtunities I've missed because of my ridiculous anxiety, with the fact death happens, with organized religion as a whole, and with simply being a sophmore in a racist, homophobic highschool, that I hate. I am my own misery. But I'm trying to make it stop.
Allie I am fucking bitter because the life I have been givin SUCKS ASS............Yes it has made me a stronger person, it never ends, I hate drama yet my life is full of it!!!!!!!!!!! I learned at an early age how to be a bitter person learned from the best my mother is a pro at being as bitter as she can..........not that that means I have to be. I guess you could say that I have grown to be over the years. I find myself even in the most exciting moment with a frown on my face, my friends say what is wrong and I tell them nothing because at the time there is nothing that would make me frown, but in the back of my mind my subconcious is working overtime playing the memories of saddness in my life over and over again, essentially creating the frown apon my face. I will be 30 the 28th of Aug, and its not frightning although it is an eye opener for me. Realizing that just because the world chooses to be fake does not mean I have to be ....I IWLL CONTINUE TO FEEL WHAT I FEEL WHEN I FEEL IT.....even if the people im around cant handle it............as far as Im concerned it then becomes there problem!!!!!!!!!! why the focus on people that are bitter why is it such a problem at least we can admit that there is something to be bitter over......the problem I see is whether you let that bitterness consume you, take over your actions and every move in life , does it keep you from doing the things that you want to do because you feel like it wont make a difference anyway. IVE BEEN THERE AND FIGHT IT EVERYDAY. and yet still allow myself to be fucking pissed off at whatever makes me pissed off at the time. My life as a child there was nothing to be happy about.my mother the alcoholic abuser and my father the co dependant fool. A life where i neevre knew what to expect when I got home from school. I ran away at an early age went back home a few times , many attempts of suicide and still have thoughts , I also have the fight or flight syndrome, when things get rough I want to run, I fight that though, now that I am older. I use to live in hate and discontent and I guess to be honest I still do at times I dont think that will ever change. Although what makes me want to cahnge that thought pattern is the fact that I have had cancer 3 times and almost lost the life I use to not care about....I have children though and thats what holds me back from loosing my will to live even though when things get hard I want to die and sometime wish that cancer would have taken me. I believe whole heartedly that the reason for my cancer at an early age was because I was holding on to so much anger and hatered for my mother because I hold her completely responsible for the damage she has done to me menatlly , physically and emotionally. I havent talked to her in 6 yrs and havent seen her in 7 she has never met my youngest child and she didnt have much to do with the oldest two. Her choice, whatever I really dont want her negative influence on them anyway. Well I think that somes it up enough I have many reasons to bitter, the difference is whether i choose to hold onto it or not.
Amy {da_brat29@eminem.com} I wish I had time to read everyone's response but it got tiresome after the first 100 or so. My heart is heavy with the lack of hope on this page. All beliefs aside, (I won't bore all of you with rhetoric) one has to wonder why someone with the freedom of expression you have here and the comfort of the chair you are sitting in can be so petty about life. Joy is where its at people. If you can't find joy in your thoughts, think differently. Its you with the problem, not the world. If you want to live your whole life pointing fingers I ask you what kind of life is that going to be? That's not a life for the living, that's living in death. If you wake up believing that you are going to be a dumping ground, you'll be just that. If you believe life is a book for you to read page by page, day by day, meant for our enjoyment and yes, your knowledge, then you will look at those pages for what they are. Some pages will pull on your heart-strings, some will leave you weak as a fawn, some will incite anger, some will be exceedingly joyful but when the morning comes its a brand new page and you can't go back and keep reading the same pages that you've read everyday of your life and still have time for the page you are on. Don't miss what's on your page today. Embrace the page and be glad you have it. Someday there will not be a page to turn to if you don't.
Sam Clark {clarksam@pathwaynet.com} the cloud of self flattery that people build around themselves and the way they feel happy and satiated about everything that concerns them makes me bitter ;the faith in triviality is nauseating . And the worst part is that almost everyone around me seems to subscribe to the same shit! Why can't people try to rise above mediocrity and self appeasement , for a change?? So , i'm bitter ! Atleast i'm different ??
arish inam {kaka_troy@yahoo.com} The willfully ignorant. The hypocritically religious. Anyone who says homosexuality is unnatural. Anyone who views compassion as weakness. Animal abuse. Corporations. Generalizations. People who ignore the fact that there is anything wrong with the world. People who ignore the fact that there is anything right with the world. Greedy politicians. Hate.
Jessica {valstampede@netscape.net} Having spent all my energy and love on the only woman I ever truly loved (romantically) only to decide that she needs to marry a doctor and not an artist, which she did. And to be so utterly cruel as to say that she went "out of her way" to spend time with me.
MIke {enamore2000@yahoo.com} Reading this, of course. Knowing that I stand into high school this year in a society that doesn't believe that there's any alternative but going to college and getting some kind of white collar job, when in reality and I could, for all that they truly care, go out and join a commune. Living in a society that almost forces me (I do somehow managed to hold on) to be materialistic and wasteful, to throw things away when they stop working, and to buy new things because the old things that I liked quite well enough, thank you, have gone out of date and/or out of style. The landfills pile higher and higher, while we are all trapped, sinking into the mire. Using such a wonderful piece of technology as a computer for several years straight, constantly, only to have it, in a way, betray me, so that now I have to use voice-recognition software because if I type too much my wrists stab me in the arms with pain -- from the very device that kept me alive during the worst years of elementary school. People who can't accept me as being different, nor that my reason for doing things the way I want to is "because I want to." A private high school that my parents are playing well over $6,000.00 a year to send me to, beginning this fall, which just so happens to prohibit me even from letting my hair grow long enough to feel it waving in the wind as I blissfully stroll through a local park (filled with beer cans and condoms, even at the fringe of the fenced-off, carefully-sculptured nine holes). But I already knew this, and now you, too, are as bitter as I've become simply by reading this page of bitter thoughts. (Sorry.) The pen is mightier than the sword, but actions speak louder than words, and I do plan to do something about that which makes me better. I'll find my own career (someday, since I have no idea what I want to do now -- that doesn't make me bitter, but it does worry me). ...Well, to interrupt, this stuff doesn't make me bitter. Bitterness, to me, signifies a complete lack of hope. It, instead, worries me. But I digress. I /will/ find my own career, whatever it may be. I /will/ keep listening to 8-in track tapes. I /will/ find a time to rest and heal my wrists. I /will/ continue to preach and practice tolerance. I /will/ fight against the intolerant dress code at my new private school. For those last two, I /will/ continue to not fear those who follow the System religiously. I /will/ continue to pick up trash when I walk through the park (while I'm resting my wrists), so I can enjoy a walk not marred by senselessly-thrown garbage from apathetic people who...well, you get the point. I'm an optimist in heart, a realist in mind, and a pretty darn acceptable integration of the two in everything else. i grow bitter at this capitalistic society that thrives by having one person take advantage of another in order to attain status. money is now so important that people measure human lives based on the value of money. in this world, we are no more than parts of a machine that is greased with the sweat and blood of the underclasses just so greedy beurocrats can line their pockets with a little extra green. i mean, when one person can sleep well knowing they put some poor person through hell to earn more money for themselves, well i say thats fucking wrong. we even abuse one another based on appearances, religion and so much else that its amazing humanity survives at all. personally, im a Wiccan, and ive heard all kinds of shit. "you're religion is evil", "you'll go to hell for you're ideas", "jesus wil punish you", ive heard it all. it just shows how many hipocrites there are. they say they are accepting of all people, yet they say things like this. i suppose i've been rambling, but in essence what makes me bitter is humanity and the hipocricy that it thrives on, and all of those who contribute to the worlds continuing decay.
Raven .....gutless in not taking risks that would have made me rich.......i hate my life......i have no friends......my education is worthless......i got sucked into believing that if i worked hard, got a good education, showed dedication and enthusiasm i would get ahead, what a pile of shit....i am bitter and angry.....my life is worthless.....i never got the women i wanted because i was never able to get financially established.......i hate this world and pray for chemical attacks on the planet, or complete destruction of the envirnment, or global nuclear war ....i hate the rich bastards i see going around with their slut wives with the best T n A who drive a hummer ...nature is againt me now as i am to old to have a family or save for a better life .......life is only about sex and money....i get and have neither.... ......i keep my body fit and hope to live long enough to see the planets envirnment so totally destroyed that regardless of how much money people have the place will not be fit to live in......
just shit {justshit@msn.com} I got the bitter blues I feel I've been run right thru. Don't know what to do with these bitter blues Used to have a friend thought it'd never end But he screwed me over and it'll never mend. I was gonna get rich. I worked like a bitch but then there was a hitch And now I'm all pissed That girl I loved so true She told me we were thru Said I had to move Take the dog too. Gave it another try Though we reached the sky There was a great big fire And it all died. We were winnin the game but it's such a shame when the whistle came and the ref was lame Had a baby girl Name was Ruby Pearl But as things unfurled She wasn't meant for the world We lived in New Orleans Now it's Submarine Cuz the old levees weren't as strong as they seemed. I Loved my rice and beans and the carnival queens now now I'm here it seems i think I'm gonna scream! I got the bitter blues I feel I've been run right thru. Don't know what to do with these bitter blues I got them bitter blues You know They should be thru But they let me down And now I'm bustin loose. You got me screwed I'm feelin abused I got them bitter blues I don't know what to do.
Bagus {smoke@bud.com} my experience... this will accually be a bit more hard for most to understand. yet if you can, enjoy... confessions of a different level faded with rebels, coming straight through making my stakes double, when you feel that rumble you know you have gone under, better beware because you will never see the gunner, never wasting time with simple little stunners, wont stop to wait to play as a second string fling, looking for my next stop infecting the day; mutation takes over the worlds new change, blame got placed to destroy anothers fate, make them sit and wait, create the the deceat thats brought straight from the cage. rage fills up and control is lost expanded to a new realm where desturction is never lost, showing them up with the chance to take over never stop leading when a boulder rolls over. sober for another minute waiting for the jolt, intoxication kicks in and makes your hopes flounder step on up and take a swing bring back the day when freedom was free and the wind blew clean.
bZ {prithius@hotmail.com} Where once affection An innocence here, murdered Nuclear ashes
mty {mtyork@juno.com} I can tell you what USED to make me bitter. Sadly to say, my children. I was a mother full of contempt. Especially for my oldest son. For shame!!! you may think. I had him at 17 and moped around about how I "never had a chance" to "find myself" and "have a life". Then I realized, partying, smoking weed, slutting all over town and shouting profanities at strangers is not having a life or a way to discover the true me. In the "Booze" article I added my experience. It is one of the many epiphanys of my life. I realized that this life isn't about me. My boys are here to save me from shooting dope or walking around demented from syphilis (I was on a BAAAAD path going 1000 mph). Now I'm only bitter, at myself, for not loving them the right way from the beginning. For the first time in 8 years, I just found out how precious and miraculous being a mother is.
Lisa {LRojas@insight.rr.com}
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