Please, give me a break!

Ranting. Something that everybody is guilty of, something with no purpose. When you hear the word ‘rant’, what springs to your mind? For me, the word ‘rant’ translates to whinging and whining, raving and raging, spitting and spouting and spewing off about a superficial problem that nobody cares about…

Like when my teacher gives me two pieces of homework a week! Two pieces! Does she honestly think I have the time to complete it? She must have lost her sanity! Or when I have to clean the dinner table! Hello, we are living in the 21^stcentury; there must be a robot that can do the cleaning! Or my exasperating brother! Don’t get me started on him! God, why was he ever born? Like when…or when…it’s so infuriating when…God, I just abhor it when…

Now…I’ve lost my train my train of thought…where was I?

My greatest issue with the majority of ranters is the fact that they are completely inconsiderate, egocentric, and benighted! They do not give you a choice regarding whether you want to hear the rant or not: you are forced to listen.What makes it even worse is that is unexpected; one minute you are discussing the latest movie and the next minute your ear is being burned off by the river of utter nonsense that is flowing out of their mouth.

Woah, hold on!

When did this rapid transition occur? Most importantly, I cannot recall informing you that I am desperate to be bombarded with all the issues that you find bothersome, which to be unimpeachable, I could not care less about…

There is no escape! The ranter has you trapped! Goodness, gracious me, where is the mute button when you most need it?

Fine. Have your way. Rant, rage, rave. Blow your steam out. However, why am I expected to stay silent during your rant? It is a one-way conversation – a monologue of self-obsession. No intervention, no comment, no opinion sharing. That is impudent! However, you know what isn’t impudent? The ranter bothering you with their problem(s) initially. No, they could not let you continue your day without causing you great desolation, despair, and disturbance. Keeping their problems to themselves is simply not possible! They are filled with hate and negative energy, something they are determined to spread…something that will never improve human relationships.

Yes. This is the reality of rants.

What is rather frightening is that ranters are EVERYWHERE. On television, in books, in classrooms, in movies, in shopping centers…in cinemas…in parks…in streets…in your own home! Let me reiterate: there is no escape! It is almost as if they are screaming in to your face ‘thou shalt not escape my grasp!’ Something that happily horrifies me…something that I find appealingly appalling…are the topics that these blowhards whinge and whine about. Tangled earphones; expensive make-up; having a purse too full of money; attending school; children. Please, give me a break.At least if you are going to rant, be productive. Rant about something serious,something that is a real problem. Racism, gender inequality, and poverty.

Anyone is capable of ranting. However, not anyone is capable of coming up with a realistic solution to a rant. We all say we want change. Change will not come without action. You have been ranting about the same issues for the past few years. Have you ever thought about how you could rid yourself of these problems?Yes, that is right. Sit down and for the first time in forever, put your brain into some use. Think. Think. Think. You know what? You might just come up with a solution…

Perhaps ranters should be prohibited from ranting anywhere they choose: certain restrictions should be put into place. Ranting should be treated like smoking,or drinking alcohol, or public display of affection. Limited to certain places.Like the Arctic Circle. Or at the top of mountain Everest. Or in the middle of the Sahara dessert.

Rant until your death approaches you…until you become a wilted flower, your arms limp,your shoulders sagging. At least we have been spared from your misery; there is no one within miles of you to destroy with your words.

You only have yourself to destroy.

A moment of epiphany; instead of spending this time in a useful fashion, I have just written a rather long rant.

(edited 7 years ago)

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Rant over?

Are you hoping paragraphs will save your thread from being removed by a mod?

Reply 3

musicFANCLUB

err what the heck is that!

tldr;

Original post by musicFANCLUB

err what the heck is that!

Perhaps you should take a minute to read it. It will brighten up your life.

Original post by ATW1

Rant over?

Had you read the rant you would have not posed such an necessary question.

Spoiler

Original post by BasicMistake

Are you hoping paragraphs will save your thread from being removed by a mod?

My thread will not be removed by a moderator.

Reply 10

musicFANCLUB

Original post by Wolfram Alpha

Perhaps you should take a minute to read it. It will brighten up your life.

it will take me at least 5 min to read that :redface:

Reply 11

Wolfram Alpha

Original post by musicFANCLUB

it will take me at least 5 min to read that :redface:

A worthwhile read.

Reply 12

Rhythmical

Two pieces of homework is nothing mate. :colone:

Lovely story boo

Original post by Rhythmical

Two pieces of homework is nothing mate. :colone:

Thank you for making me aware.

Reply 15

Wolfram Alpha

Original post by OGGUS

Lovely story boo

One would think you spend every minute of your life so productively that you have no time to read a worthwhile piece of writing.

Reply 16

Nayzar

Haha good author. Liking the juxtaposition

Reply 17

Rhythmical

Original post by Wolfram Alpha

Thank you for making me aware.

Well thank you for being so understanding.

Reply 18

z33

lol when u crying bout 2 pieces of homework bitch i get booklets :colonhash:

Reply 19

Wolfram Alpha

Original post by z33

lol when u crying bout 2 pieces of homework bitch i get booklets :colonhash:

Please stop being ridiculous. You are making an assumption based on the first few lines of this piece. Read it all and then share your opinion, if it is of any worth.