Plom: Poor little old me
Plom’s bore me, I find myself terribly bored by people who create drama from something that has barely affected them. Let me offer you an example: there’s a terrible crash on a main road that has killed the driver. A plom’s response is: I’m going out tonight and now I’m going to be late and probably die from starvation. Anyone else shows concern for the people involved and quietly plans an alternative route home. Another example: Family gunned down in local historic town. A plom’s response is: It’s scary my friend of a friend of a friend lives there so I’ll probably get shot. FUCK OFF. I hate it, the Daily Mail is plom territory, they’re all over it – that comment section is probably full of people living off benefits but they feel so so sorry for themselves and hate the system – despite the enormous hand out’s they are receiving from it.
So this is my rant against ploms, maybe that makes me a plom, either way I don’t give a shit. My point is – the world is a deep dark place and it’s time you dealt with it. This isn’t one of those rants where I’m saying there are homeless people out there, your life isn’t that bad – that’s not true because everyone has personal problems that they have to deal with in their own way.
Plom’s are infected, their innate selfishness sickens me to the point where I feel slightly suicidal. How can anyone be so unforgiving, thoughtless and self-absorbed to turn any event back onto themselves without even realising. I ask you, how. Now I shall tell you why. They are stuck, quite simply, stuck in their own little boring lives and verging on depression thus – the drama they create is an attempt to excite their sad little lives and makes themselves feel better. They feed off tragedy, bad news (also tragedy) other people’s bad luck and unhappiness…J.K Rowling didn’t have to look too far to invent Dementors, they’re essentially ploms in a black bed sheet that can fly around while sapping the happiness out of people they pass by.
The cure for ploms: get a fucking life. Try sport perhaps, but if you can, keep it to yourself – bragging about your minutes per mile is also boring. Charity work: it will open your eyes to how happy people are who have absolutely nothing and how hilarious your depressed and cynical view of everything is. Make some friends, talking is therapy, as long as they aren’t ploms too. It’s not hard to make friends, unless you moan about everything then you may find it difficult. Go for a walk, I read a quote somewhere once where someone said you they had two doctors, their left leg and their right leg. Get a pet, animals are simplistic creatures and can teach even the most angry people compassion. Just please stop moaning about everything. Ploms fuel hate and hate creates wars. Plom off.