Some of the more jackassy among you will be overwhelmed with
joy over this tidbit of news. As I was leaving for work this morning my sister
called me on my cell phone and informed me that we can’t go to Zombie-O-Rama IV
on Friday, which was the one little bright flicker of light left for me in regard to going to an
actual horror event. The reason is because my sister broke her glasses and without
them she can’t see to drive at night. Of course, none of the other people in
our household will jump up and help us. That is a certainty. So once
again I’m screwed over. In past years it wouldn’t matter that much to me, but
this year it’s to the point I was ready to cry and put my fist through a wall.
I’m so frustrated. I’m so fucking burned out with all this fucking bullshit I've been put through
this year. If it isn’t fucking convention organizers fucking me over and
excluding me from everything…it’s just the fucking attitude I get from you
people in the horror community. It’s like, Oh, what the fuck are you so angry
about…who the fuck are you. Then when I answer them and defend myself I get
called an ego case and a trouble maker. The hypocritical thing is the people
who make these accusations are royal fucking ego cases themselves. Then I try to do
something positive. I try to open up opportunities and what do I get…nothing…no
support…silence. What’s royally fucked up about that is I bust my ass to
support and help other people in this community. If someone I know (Hell, in some cases people I hardly know) is doing
something, and could use some help promoting, I’m right there no questions
asked and no hesitation. Do you see that with many other people around here? Do
you see that from the people who have fucked me over this year??? The answer is
hell no! Yet, that bitch that screwed me over this year gets nothing but
support and I get fucking blackballed from the convention scene and treated like
dirt. What the fuck is that? A person asked me on Facebook why I don’t post
pictures of me smiling….Give me something to smile about. The thing is, people,
I’ve lost my faith in you. I wanted to believe that someone might show an ounce
of humanity…but I’m still waiting. And, since you are all too dense to
understand what I’m saying, this is a scream of pain. This is a cry for help…And,
guess what? I know the answer already…Nothing…Silence…or Criticism. Have a good
laugh…
