You have been driving me crazy. I vent to my boyfriend regularly about it, but you are my best friend in the end even throughout all this. I just need you to man up and realize just how ridiculous you are being, and how you are acting makes me loathe little parts of you.

You have way too much money to act like you have money issues. Your family is well off, let’s just leave it at that. Yet you whine to me about your car, and you’re worrying about affording it to get fixed you have ELEVEN K IN YOUR BANK ACCOUNT. I have 800$ to my name. While I know that our money differences are not your fault, nor mine, it still really gets under my skin when you whine to me about having to buy new pants for work or how much a video game is when you know full well I worry if I want to buy a soda, that I won’t have enough money for the rest of the week for that one “splurge”.

You whine about being single, and yet you won’t even smile at the cashier who takes your order and only talk to the dumb sluts who you have no chance in hell with until they finally just completely ignore you. Talk to girls who actually give you a fucking glance, not the bimbo with her push up bra and fake tan. Why do you want that anyway? It sickens me you complain about how much those girls suck because they whine about guys and ignore you, well buddy you’re doing the same thing to the nice, average girls who would be PERFECT for you but aren’t a size zero with fake C cup boobs due to expensive padding…

You constantly complain about your job.. you hated your first two, so you got a new one, you learned to hate that one too, so recently you left there too and complain about THIS job that you’ve only had for two weeks. It’s terrible, the people suck, blah blah blah. Why not stay at the Circus I work at for 2 years and get shit on repeatedly, threatened, hours cut, do all the work, have no allies there, get the short end of the stick when it comes to EVERYTHING, and not be able to leave because A you can’t afford to quit and B no one else will fucking hire you!! You have it good.

Another thing that gets your panties in a bunch is that your car is messed up and has been in the shop for months on end. Hell, that does blow. Wish they would fix it faster or whatever. But look at it this way, you have that awesome car that you’re driving available for your use EVERY DAY because of your parents. It may not shift like yours does, but it has four wheels, air conditioning, and a running motor to get you wherever you need to be. Not only do you have that car until your car is fixed, you have the MONEY to fix your expensive car. You are so ungrateful. Look at me and my sister. Her car has been breaking down slowly for two years now and she can NOT afford to get a new one.. can barely afford to scrape any money to fix the lemon she has. No alternative car until her’s is fixed either. She has to rely on rides from friends and her boyfriend until it’s out of the shop. And me? Never had a car. Nope. No money for it, my parents can’t afford to buy me one let alone themselves one and that is a whole different story.

I might sound like I’m being a pathetic self absorbed bitch. I know my life is incredibly easy compared to others in this world, I realize some people don’t even havee a house or an internet connection to vent to this site on. I’m not trying to get a pity party for my life.

I just want you to fucking realize that YOUR LIFE isn’t as hard as others. I want you to realize what I just said is true for you too. While it might suck that your stomach hurts from eating too much fast food, instead of feeling bad for yourself, feel bad for those on the street who don’t get to eat tonight, who’s stomachs hurt from emptyness instead of gluttony.

Instead of whining when your power goes out and you have to hook up the generator, feel grateful your parents BOUGHT you that generator, and that your power will be restored shortly, not cut out for weeks on end.

Next time you want to text me and say “my coworkers are pissing me off” go hand your job to the unemployed father to a family of six who can’t afford to feed his children and would KILL to do all the work in a nice air conditioned shop…

I just wish you would STOP being a stereotypical rich “woe is me” kinda fuck. And realize the person you are complaining to is getting fed up with hearing it, and seeing you for who you really are, and seeing how lucky you are and wishing I was as lucky as you.

You are lucky. You have your health. You whine to me, who has c diff and a plethora of issues daily when you get a damned headache. You have money, you complain to me, who has fifty bucks to feed us both for the whole week, that you had to spend 70$ on pants and an Iphone case. Just look in the damn mirror.. and stop hurting our friendship with your shit.