Journal, Diary, & Blogging / The Wonderfull Life of a Car: Stories of Vandalism
Let me just start out by saying: If anyone out there in Urbis land is reading this and also, you have vandalized somebodies vehicle, the one thing people hold near and dear to their hearts, and also you never apologized or paid for your wrong-doings, I want you dead. :) You people make me sick. No, you make me sicker than sick. You make me want to punch babies. What is it with angry people and vandalizing cars. It’s as if they are somehow drawn to the car. “Come destroy my paint with your marshmellow fluff and peanut butter! Tag my windows with your terrible neon yellow car chalk! Maybe even give my body a dent or two to really piss her off.” YUCK! I just can’t understand the type of person who would want to do something like this. The car didn’t do anything to you. It just sits there and looks pretty and has to take all the shit that is thrown at it. Vandalizing – It’s a bit too passive agressive for me. I prefer to handle my problem by myself with dignity.
I’m not sure what exactly constitutes a rage deep enough to destroy someone else’s property, but apparently I’ve done it. Tonight, around 11 pm, while I was laying in my living room talking to my BFF ;), someone decided to fluff and run. That’s right. My car was fluffed. Marshmellow fluffed. And also peanut buttered. Chunky peanut buttered. I still blame myself for not having the ability to hear what’s happening outside, but that is unimportant. What is important is me going out to my car for a happy cigarette and finding this thicky, gooey, lumpy pile of sticky marshmellow peant butter bullshit on my car door. I couldn’t recall eating fucking smores, so then I felt my body tighten up and I was ready to kill a bitch. But after that feeling subsided, which I’m glad it did, I just felt proud to not be whoever it was that did this to my car. I almost felt embarassed for this person. No, I definitely did.
Here is how I see it:
Whoever did this was most likely offended with something I did or didn’t do, which, as a sane, non-vandalizing kind of person, I can sincerely say that I regret any transgressions that occured on my part. She (I’m going to call this bitch a she, because only a caddy bitch would do something like this) wanted to send out the message that she was pissed off and takin’ people down with her. Aka passive agressive tendencies. I would suggest therapy to this person – honestly. Why? Because someone who is so passive agressive that instead of handling her rage like any normal human being would, communication, she had to be destrucful and damaging, there HAS to be some psychological mishap in that brain somewhere. She probably felt vindicated in causing such destruction, powerful even. This is all expected from a looney like this. However, when we look at the situation, nothing spells power, success, or vindication. What is does spell is C-O-W-A-R-D. Coward. She takes a hidden pleasure in, what she thinks, will get a rise out of others. What good is it to get your revenge, or whatever you’d like to call this childish bullshit, and it be kept quiet – unknown to the victim. I enjoy a good face to face confrontation. If you’ve done something to upset, you are going to know about it – fuck ruining your belongings in private, I’ll take your ego in public. She lacks the ability to communicate successfully and, in my eyes, therefor lacks the quality of a decent person.
I am hardly saying that I’m a grown adult, but I see an uncanny change in my personality from my younger days to now. Whereas before, I probably would have gotten upset or even hurt by this, now I just laugh to myself and shrug it off my shoulders. Trivial games like these don’t mean anything to me. I have transitioned from child to young adult. My priorities and goals are much different. My world revolves around building new bridges, making positive changes in my life, and above all else, moving forward in the right direction rather than regressing to my old and childish ways. She, unfortunately, has not yet made this transition, but I hope for her sake, it happens soon. The world doesn’t need anymore glory whores, we have our political leaders for that.
P.S. I thank the bitch that did this to my already POS car. I’ve been looking for a reason to write, but never really had the motivation. Thank you cunt, if it wasn’t for you my readers wouldn’t know how truly infintile people like you really are.
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Wouldn’t “being reviewed by readers” and “being reviewed by urbis members” be the exact same goal worded differently?
” somebodies vehicle, the one thing people ” Somebody’s… And is it the one thing? How about ‘one thing that’ ? See the difference? I mean, my car’s pretty close to me, but I’d be way more upset if someone vandalized my sister.
“punch babies” Over used phrase better left between friends.
What is … cars. = question mark
MarshmAllow.
“I almost felt embarassed for this person. No, I definitely did.” I get what you’re going for, but I think you’re better off w/out the repetition.
caddy bitch—the phrase you’re looking for is “catty” bitch. A caddy is a Cadillac. :)
be kept quiet – unknown to the victim? Question mark. You posed a question.
ThereforE
This starts out humurous, but you lose me, interest-wise. All og the putting down of this person you don’t know, to me, screams childish.
I get the rage. I wrote an open letter to the punks who stole my MP3 player, tape deck (ha!), last cigarette, and change from my car. I’m totally there. However, i think there’s a smoother way to do this. You start out really well, but sort of lose the narrative aspect of this. Also, the curing seems like a cop-out, but that’s personal.
Anyway, hope you find who did it. That blows.
Love, love.
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