Diary of a Drama Queen: Week 3

A change of pace this week from SCARLET HOWES; a good talking to about being a bloody inconsiderate student.


I hate hate hate a lot of things in life. I hate Kindles. I hate businessmen who wear trousers that are too short for them, so when they cross their legs you can see the socks pulled right up to the knee. I hate fake tan with a vengeance. Embrace being pale, you are not going to look more exotic by slathering orange paste all over yourself; you just look like an oompa loompa. I hate people who say ‘I like a bit of everything’ when you ask them what music do they listen to or ‘I’ll watch anything’ to what’s their favourite film. That just means you have no personality. And I really hate humanity’s appalling behaviour towards people in need. It’s like the richer you get the more you get for free. Huh?! Because that makes sense…

An example of this conduct occurred just off campus the other day where there lay a homeless man huddled in a doorway having an afternoon snooze, when suddenly a few scallywags started kicking him, throwing stuff at him; the usual scenario. It was a busy street where tons of people were walking by but yet not one person uttered a sound. They pretended nothing was happening. This was disgraceful!! As much as I love a little Monday morning ‘beef’, as we say in London, I truly felt outraged. I stepped in, imagining myself as the local vigilante minus the sexy PVC, and stopped this. Well, I shouted at them, and had quite a bit of fun screaming out my insults, until they ran away. But hey whatever, I may have looked a little loco but it did the job. I mean, it’s the same with anything, you could be getting stabbed to death in the street and people would just walk over your bleeding body, more concerned about getting blood on their precious shoes than actually growing a backbone. It’s the typical anecdote of ‘out of sight, out of mind’.

That is only okay when you haven’t done the washing up and someone who doesn’t know that you are a complete lazy pig is coming round so you shove it all under the kitchen sink. It’s not okay when you see injustice and yet you do nothing. I’ve been in that situation one too many times. It’s not a nice feeling. A group of girls and guys tried to mug me at a station in South London once. I say tried because they failed. They were threatening me, grabbed my bag and wanted to throw me in the train tracks. I mean this was something out of Kidulthood. But I stood my ground and kept a firm grip onto my worldly processions.  I was 17 and that bag contained the entire contents of my Rimmel makeup with the new Babyliss hair straightners might I add. They got the message and mugged my friend instead. I tried to stop them but she practically handed her phone over. The point is I was literally screaming for help from the other passengers and I was ignored.  Just like the case last week where my laptop was the victim of a potential mugging, I received no help. I know right. I’m always getting ‘potentially’ mugged. I must have ‘MUG’ (excuse the pun) written on my forehead.

Oh well, the former gang that tried to nick my bag actually rang me up, creepily getting my number from the stolen phone, and asked me if I would like to join their crew. I bumped into them one time and they gave me a replacement phone for my friend. Damn, I felt bad ass. But other people aren’t so lucky and it infuriates me to see those that can help walk away. Our morals seem to be so contrived. We will give an extortionate (it is when it used to be a pound!) five pound a month to a charity that we didn’t even know existed, even when it’s probably going on weapons or something, but won’t give 50p to a desolate man on the streets. What we do give him is the advice to go and get a job. For intelligent people in work some sure are thick as pig shit. How can you get a job with no fixed abode, no clean clothes and no bloody identification!? You can’t.

Sometimes I just hate people. I was once told that if you meet three bitches a day then you’re the bitch. I meet about 20 a day. Well now I’m at University I might even say 25 considering I’m surrounded by the typical student who thinks its fun to dress up as a Smurf and put a traffic cone on their head. Oh god. I guess I am the bitch.