that people are utter cunts.
The last 2 days in work someone has done something that has made me genuinely want to hurt them.
On Wednesday, our shop took part in the 2 minutes silence for Hillsborough. Everyone but 2 girls in the corner observed it. They chatted all the way through about utter shite, despite getting looks from practically everyone in the shop.
Afterwards, I heard one of them say “I’m not interested in Football… Hillsborough doesn’t concern me”
Fair enough you don’t like football, but it’s not about that. It’s about people who lost their lives.
I’m not interested in War, but I still observe the silences on Remembrance Day and other important occasions. It’s not about it concerning you, it’s about other people. It’s about thinking of other people for once in your life. And actually respecting people who lost their lives, regardless of how it happened.
And then today. A group of people were talking about the Bestival Coach crash. Making jokes about it and speculating as to exactly how they died, Particularly the girl from Maghull. Their bodies aren’t even cold yet, but people decide it’ll be a laugh to think up jokes and score a few points with their mates.
It knocks me fucking sick.
I’ve not had the best of times for the last month or so, and these 2 events very nearly pushed me over the edge.
I was always taught to be a decent person by my Mum and Dad, and I’m sure a lot of other people were too. It gets to me so much when people think it doesn’t matter what they say around others, but it really, really does.
I’m so, so pissed off with people in general at the moment. Unfortunately there’s no way to escape the fuckers.