Anxious and pisssed off. Yay me.
Jan. 22nd, 2004 12:50 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sua_layHave been feeling unusually anxious lately.
I can't really explain it. It's totally irrational. These past few days I've said a few stupid things to people, and then I just can't stop thinking about what a twat I am.
Nothing big. Nothing I can't deal with. And then when it's quiet I keep going through the things over and over and over again in my mind.
I so totally hate feeling like this.
Have also been following the whole fat thing that's been in the media. Yes, bought the Jenny Dahlberg book (about being fat, translated from Swedish...) and find it kind of amusing in an annoying way. People keep babbling about fat people on so many levels it's making my head spin.
Fat people are a health risk to the whole nation. Are stupid. Should be pitied/counseled/hated. Should feel ashamed of themselves, while being proud and happy of what they are. Don't get jobs because a fat person is also lazy. Shouldn't be discriminated.
La di da.
I find it hilarious. I mean... People who are slim are talking about fat people. Fat people are trying to talk about fat people without offending slim people.
Am also pissed off. Because of all the sanitized stories in the newspapers. Fat people being called pudgy. Oh good gods. That must be horrible indeed. I could tell so many stories about being called names or feeling miserable and ridiculed and shunned. Of course then I would just go to the 'fat and to be pitied' category, so maybe not.
It irritates me to read about all this... whining. Fat people won't get jobs? Well, I have a job, and I call myself fat. Fat people don't have friends? Well. I have friends. Fat people are sarcastic gits who surf the net, write pervy fanfic and are secretly Trekkies? I am so not hiding in the Trek closet.
:P
I do agree that life is hard when you're fat. It's difficult to find good clothes. I mean ones that fit but won't look like you stole them from a fat house elf. It's annoying to waddle around during those summer days when the asphalt seems to melt. Everyone seems to feel like it's cool to make comments about you (well, me) being fat.
Am not going to go into the whole thing about having to actually fight to survive elementary school, hearing how damn unattractive you are all the fucking time and ending up a bitter old maid. Nope. Am not going into that at all.
So please excuse me if I'm kinda... cranky right now.
Aaanyway....
Oh, and the fat thing is in my mind more and more these days, since now I'm actually feeling really good about the whole gym thing again. I really want to do this now.
Not just because of the looks. Hell yes because of that too. Mostly because of health. My back just can't deal with this bulk.
Well, at least after this rant, I don't feel that anxious anymore...
I can't really explain it. It's totally irrational. These past few days I've said a few stupid things to people, and then I just can't stop thinking about what a twat I am.
Nothing big. Nothing I can't deal with. And then when it's quiet I keep going through the things over and over and over again in my mind.
I so totally hate feeling like this.
Have also been following the whole fat thing that's been in the media. Yes, bought the Jenny Dahlberg book (about being fat, translated from Swedish...) and find it kind of amusing in an annoying way. People keep babbling about fat people on so many levels it's making my head spin.
Fat people are a health risk to the whole nation. Are stupid. Should be pitied/counseled/hated. Should feel ashamed of themselves, while being proud and happy of what they are. Don't get jobs because a fat person is also lazy. Shouldn't be discriminated.
La di da.
I find it hilarious. I mean... People who are slim are talking about fat people. Fat people are trying to talk about fat people without offending slim people.
Am also pissed off. Because of all the sanitized stories in the newspapers. Fat people being called pudgy. Oh good gods. That must be horrible indeed. I could tell so many stories about being called names or feeling miserable and ridiculed and shunned. Of course then I would just go to the 'fat and to be pitied' category, so maybe not.
It irritates me to read about all this... whining. Fat people won't get jobs? Well, I have a job, and I call myself fat. Fat people don't have friends? Well. I have friends. Fat people are sarcastic gits who surf the net, write pervy fanfic and are secretly Trekkies? I am so not hiding in the Trek closet.
:P
I do agree that life is hard when you're fat. It's difficult to find good clothes. I mean ones that fit but won't look like you stole them from a fat house elf. It's annoying to waddle around during those summer days when the asphalt seems to melt. Everyone seems to feel like it's cool to make comments about you (well, me) being fat.
Am not going to go into the whole thing about having to actually fight to survive elementary school, hearing how damn unattractive you are all the fucking time and ending up a bitter old maid. Nope. Am not going into that at all.
So please excuse me if I'm kinda... cranky right now.
Aaanyway....
Oh, and the fat thing is in my mind more and more these days, since now I'm actually feeling really good about the whole gym thing again. I really want to do this now.
Not just because of the looks. Hell yes because of that too. Mostly because of health. My back just can't deal with this bulk.
Well, at least after this rant, I don't feel that anxious anymore...
My hero
Date: 2004-01-22 02:11 pm (UTC):)
Is talking about fat trendy right now? I don't get it. Why is my fatness anybodies business? It my ass, dammit. And why is it always either the damn "be-nice-to-pathetic-fatties" or "you're-ruining-my-planet-with-your-fat-hiney" who are screaming their opinions?
They're so damn rigid in their opinions, it's either good or bad, never just sort of okay or whatever. Fat IS unhealthy. It doesn't mean that it's EVERYBODY's job to watch what I eat or don't eat. I don't need diet tips or exercising advice. I know how to lose weight. I'm just not doing it.
Whoa.
I seem to have issues. And bad grammar.
It's the PMT and my bad hair week.
Dlasta