Passive Aggression

Call me cute. I dare you

Yes, the title makes it sound very threatening, but you don’t know how it makes me react. I spend so much time closing myself off from people, showing that I don’t need their help or approval, but that isn’t always the case. I can be very strong willed [read stubborn] and you would never take it from my personality that I would be so easily swayed with a compliment, but I am and I hate it. Luckily it doesn’t work from just anyone. If it did then I would be more than dead. It only works from certain people, and I can’t always pick who it would be. It just sometimes happens. It could be from the blandest guy you could imagine, but sometimes there’s something I can’t describe there. Sometimes it’s from the captain of the football team, or at least the guy you picture when I say that. But when these people compliment me I become a different people. I go from not caring about anyone or anything, to trying to please his every wish. Like going from cat to dog; I only care about you if you’re giving me food to I need all the attention now. Love me! Now to try and bring structure back into this post. Ha. It’s not just the devotion kind of aspect, but it’s the raw jealousy I feel if I don’t get the attention. The number of times I’ve nearly launched myself across a room to gauge someone’s eyes out. I did tell you I’m a lovely person, right? You know what’s worse than that? The way I feel afterwards. The fact I let my emotions take such control over me. The way I go from cool, calm and collected to hysterical pregnant lady.

tl;dr. I hate the way someone complimenting me can turn me from my normal, rational self to overly clingy.

First Years. Why do we need them?

So uni started back up a few weeks ago and as it happens with the start of a new semester, new people arrive. First years - fresh meat haha. For the most part I completely dislike them; the attitudes they have coming straight out of high school. You are no longer top dog and I will put you in my place. Don’t worry. I will try and rip into each subject area. I do enjoy offending everyone I can.

Doing a subject does not make you an expert. This applies particularly to psychology students. So you learnt a couple of fancy terms and concepts. Big whoop. I’m untrained and doing a completely different course and could still run rings around you in a proper psychological assessment, bitch. You won’t actually learn anything useful until fourth year, and you can’t actually do anything with your degree without at least six years of training. Suck it!

Arts students. Oh, where to start. I’m not going to lie to you, my precious readers. An arts degree is as useful as a left-handed screwdriver. You’ve wasted your time and money to get something that you already had at home. Seriously, anyone can do an arts degree. At least if they included the RSA, RCG and a barista’s course in an arts degree you would be qualified to do something with your life.

I’ve noticed a large arrogance and ignorance associated with law students. They think they’re the best because they can argue a point. A good argument for a wrong point doesn’t make it any more valid. I could convince you that the sun revolves around the Earth, but that doesn’t make it true. Just because the entry requirements might be higher than most subjects doesn’t make it more important or make you special. It means lots of people want to do it so they are limiting spaces. Have fun getting a decent job with the thousands of other applicants.

Don’t think I’ve forgotten about you, science students. Where as law students believe they’re better than everyone else because they can argue, you think because you understand a bit more about the universe and how it works than other faculties that you are better. Oh look, you rolled a ball, mixed two coloured liquids or cut open something. Doesn’t make you a genius. In fact most famous discoveries happened by accident. Newton was sitting under a tree and got assaulted by an apple. He didn’t set up an experiment prior to it, expecting to potentially get a concussion from an apple. It just happened.

Something universal throughout all degrees is the overall stubbornness to learn the ways of university life. For many students there is a cross-campus dash between classes. Out of common decency, move at the pace of everyone else, regardless of whether you are in a hurry or not. I reserve the right to flick you in the ear if you aren’t moving fast enough. Trust me, it will hurt like hell but is still a nicer option than the other things I’m capable of.

So tell me again how you first years are of any benefit, other than cannon fodder or as a distraction in a zombie invasion. Until you realise it will be years before anything you learn will amount to anything, (except for arts students, but remember I like extra salt on my fries and two slices of cheese with my burger), I don’t want to hear from you. Once you have settled into the hierarchy of things, then I may start to consider you as more than just a waste of space and oxygen.

/rant.

[General introduction post goes here]

Hello to anyone who find this/reads this. I’m warning you now that it may contain a lot of frustration, aggression or general teen-style angst. I am also aware that this is the first post, so chances are it will be the last one you read. Minor details. For this blog everyone I mention, including myself, will be given an alias. This is purely for plausible deniability, especially if I write something really negative about any one individual and they find it. As a disclaimer, I reserve the right to be as politically incorrect as I desire. I’m not forcing you to read this blog, so don’t force your ideals (no matter how morally right you believe them to be) on me. Thanks.