#people are garbage

[tsfj]

Meet Goofus. Goofus is a trash human. Don't be like Goofus.

[unhingedselfships]

"what happened to community and kindness"

People started using and abusing people's sense of community and kindness to fuck them over. That's what. Being kind gets you taken advantage of.

I'm over it. I'm over people. Wanna be pissy cause you're "different"? Too bad. Blame it on everyone who came before you and ruined it.

[blueink3]

I just learned about the "Take Me Out" incident via JTF's IG story and ugh... why are people so terrible? That's not really a question that needs an answer, but I'm appalled by that audience member's behavior and kind of fed up with people in general lately.

Join the club. It's a disgusting invasion of privacy.

[unoriginal--thought-blog]

If you leave clearance areas like this, YOU ARE GARBAGE. Idk why people think they can just treat these places like their dumping grounds or their hampers. And before anyone starts with, "oh, well, it's someone's JOB to clean up after me". NO IT FUCKING ISN'T. The only reason someone has to do it is because people are garbage and leave a huge mess. So, if you do this, congratulations, you are a trash human being and I hate you.

[julpux]

Imagine thinking it’s okay to defend pedophilia because it’s “just” fictional. 

[deliberatemisspelling]

I just like, have to stop going out to eat. This couple next to me at the bar, I cannot. She's been elbowing me and tossing her hair in my face since she sat down, he just ordered a shrimp scampi pizza with ALSO all the toppings of the scallop and bacon pizza AND extra extra garlic and then complained about the price. They are, of course, middle aged and white. The bartender wants to murder them. I am dying.

[overgosh]

“it’s just a game, dude”

“no, it’s competitive”

literally still a game with no real-world stakes

[not-an-ai]

The big bosses upstairs turn those who disappointed them into garbage. Don't EVER disappoint them.

That was what you were told when you started this company.

You were well aware the ladies upstairs where just as beautiful as they were deadly, you were ready for the high expectations and death threats that could come with failure, but you weren't aware of how embarrassing failure was.

You had been working for a month before you got called upstairs, worried and slightly scared you rode the elevator to the top and nervously waited what felt like forever and a minute before the kind older man who was the assistant told you you could go in. Honestly you expected different from the upper areas of the building.

You've definitely been watching too much reality tv because your expectations have really been stained by it.

Upon coming into the office you were met with the three bosses but what distracted you was their... Trashcan? It was rectangular, brown till it met the lid of the trashcan where it had a white ring around it connecting it to the rest of the lid which was a peachy skin tone, the flapping part of the trashcan which was white. Overall a normal trash can but you were just stuck staring at it out of the corner of your eye for some reason.

The meeting itself went fine, the bosses were surprisingly kind and probably dating each other but that wasn't your business. They shared a desk, which felt weird but at the same time completely normal??

As you went to leave the room you spotted something under their desk. A smaller trash can... This one was rather small, like one of those really bad hotel trash cans that can barely fit a liter bottle of soda. It was up on three gold-brown legs and painted green with a small flapper lid on it painted brown. You idly wondered why you were noticing their trash cans so much.

As you moved on with your day everything seemed normal until your coworkers practically pulled you to the side and intensely questioned you about the trash cans. They swore up and down that this was important and the manager would understand.

Once it was confirmed that you would still get your full lunch you told your coworkers everything about the two trash cans you could.

After you finished speaking your coworkers burst out into conversation about "what the trash can meant" and eventually you got them to explain to you the stories behind the trash cans.

Apparently the trash cans were the people who disappointed the boss and there were 5 of them in total. The big brown one you saw was suspected to belong to a man who had claimed to be a mind reader and mind controller. He had somehow gotten exceptionally famous and tried to take advantage of the bosses. He had been known to dress exceptionally plainly in mainly brown and had a very pink skin.

The other one was a past lover of the bosses, which boss they didn't know but he would come everyday and yell trying to break into the building and get their attention, green with jealousy and constantly talking shit for a man who lost a gal as beautiful and striking as the Boss. He was from somewhat old money but had been disowned because it became publicly known he was a cheat and an abuser.

Later that day you went home and thought to yourself back on what you had been told on your first day of work. You hadn't thought they meant being turned into a garbage can.