Saturday, November 10, 2012

Hey, it's not okay...

Man on man it has been a REALLY long time since I've gotten my blog on. I guess you could say I was suffering from a bit of writers block, that or school started and my free time became nil. At any rate, I've finally decided to take some time to begin writing again, and what better way is there to do that than to play off of another one of my blogs.

A few months back I was inspired by my favorite magazine, Glamour. In this magazine I look forward to the monthly "Hey, it's okay" page where people write in and say ironic and humorous things that are quite frankly, okay to feel. I thought I'd give it a twist this time however and create a "Hey, it's NOT okay" list. So here it goes...

HEY, IT'S NOT OKAY...

  • to honk your horn when the light is red. It is best to wait for the intersection to clear before you proceed.
  • to talk about politics...ever. This breeds hatred for your friends and also makes your heart palpitate and say things like, "You are a bleeping moron, how could you bleeping not vote for bleep." Not cool.
  • that there are diaper wipes in my staff's adult bathroom. Oh, and no one has a baby. Is this what happens when you get older?
  • to wear slippers as shoes, and leggings as pants, and hoodies as coats. 
  • to update your facebook status 15 times a day. I'm sorry, but I just don't care where you are, what you're eating, and who you are with. 
  •  Not to use manners. If someone sends you a gift, say thank you. If you walk in front of someone, say excuse me. How has society suddenly forgot these holy rules?
  • To put up Christmas stuff in the stores before Thanksgiving. Every holiday should get its fair share of observance.
  • To ask your parents for money after age 25. You've graduated, you have a job, grow up. Let your dad buy that red convertible and you find your pride.
  •  To give me a Pepsi when I ordered a Coke. 
  •  For Thanksgiving or Christmas dinner to not have egg foo yung gravy. I know it's my Chinese heritage, but the meal just isn't the same without it. Period.

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