#shit bag

[got-distance]

[thatoneguy2312]

I know who I am, what do you know about you?

I am absolutely aware that I'm a terrible person. I know what I do to people and yes, I get joy out of it. Sometimes I even get off on it. But here's what separates me from the rest...I admit to who I am! I've accepted all the darkest parts of me and I am absolutely okay with who I am and what I do to people. You, you pretend to be the victim. You pretend to be innocent and preyed upon by people like me. You act like you don't get joy from other people's pain. You...my God. You want to be seen as some poor pitiful soul when really the truth you want so badly to avoid is your exactly like me. You want to see pain. You want to see the hurt on somebody. You too, desire to watch the light fade from somebody's eyes. Dead while still breathing. It's nice isn't it? An amazing feeling. Almost orgasmic. Accept who the fuck you are and stop playing the victim. The dark side isn't all that bad yanno. I will always be better than you simply because I know who I am. But who are you?

[themancorialist]

Exchange Square, Manchester.

[shaykai]

I made a shit bag au for my babies cause I was board. Also font think i mentioned this before, but the normal human guy thing is called sticker, not sure if that's their name or if that's a nickname yet, and the other one, with a mouth on their eye, is called any. And they refer to the mouth as pie. The mouth is a separate being. Has a brain and everything.

[machpain]

If net neutrality dies I'm calling Ajit Pai every time I hit a pay wall and I'll ask him why he doesn't give a single shit about his kids people threatened his kids and he still voted for this!!!

Maybe they should have threatened to rob him I bet that would have scared him.

[diaryofanoutlaw]

THE DEFINITION OF A SH*T BAG

I am old-school. We don’t hang the family skeletons up for the world to gawk at. But being authentic creates a difficult obstacle: how do you tell the truth while keeping your honor? I’m going to tiptoe around the names, but I won’t let the truth stay hidden.

While everyone else is whining on the internet, let me give you a piece of reality you won’t find on social media. Let me define a true Shit Bag.

If you are a man of code, you live to protect the people who care about you. You go to your grave to honor their name. Most of you know my wife passed away from cancer. It’s part of my ledger. I don’t need your well-wishes; I’m far past healed. But if you’re drowning in a similar trauma, read my work. You aren’t alone.

As I do this cautious dance—trying not to put motherfuckers in neon lights who deserve the exposure—I’ll let a certain “family member” provide the definition.

My wife was in her final year of a brutal fight. The cancer had spread to her brain. She died at 4:00 AM the morning after this story takes place. That is the urgency. This family member had been gone for two years, separated from her suffering due to their own toxic behavior. Those were two of the best years we ever had.

On this day, I worked an hour away in the opposite direction of my house. I drove home, picked up my kids so they could see their mother one last time, and headed for the hospital—another 75 minutes away. It was a jagged "L" of pain. I was juggling the world on my phone, managing medical professionals who were acting like children. Someone had to take control.

I walked into my house, and there they were. This "family member" and his wife, standing in my kitchen unannounced. A total hindrance to an avalanche already in motion. I was in a rush. My wife was dying. And this person chose that moment to unleash a selfish rant. They called it "needing information," but their Past Precedence was 100% self-benefit and fuck everyone else.

As I tried to get back on the road, this person kept jumping in my face. It was calculated ridicule. Then came the crescendo. I stated the obvious: "I have to leave right now. My wife is literally dying in a hospital an hour away." This family member looked me straight in the eyes and said: "Life’s a bitch."

Here is the contradiction: This man literally cannot survive without his own wife. He is a parasitic dependent who uses his spouse as a personal secretary so he can hide in his hobbies and never face life. Yet, he looked at me while my soulmate was being ravaged by brain cancer and threw that phrase in my face.

Words can be daggers—that’s wonderful "online BS." But here is the truth for men of honor: Even allowing your wife to die—even when you are powerless—is a weight you never truly forgive yourself for. A man of honor can forgive stolen money. He can forgive insecurity.

But there is a line in the sand. When someone crosses it, even God’s forgiveness becomes a stretch.

The definition of a Shit Bag is someone who does something so vile they can never come back. It’s the miserable, low-life things done by small people. But when someone belittles your life and the suffering of your soulmate in her final hours? That person should be banished.

Banish them until they drown in their own toxicity.

A Shit Bag is the person who looks you in the eye, hours before your wife dies, and tells you "Life’s a bitch."

Good luck finding a more honest post.

Have a great day.

[archiveofsnow]

That was back in 1987, I believe? When you were going through puberty?

For a second I was deadass confused. I was 98% sure you were saying GTA five came out in 1987. Now I just feel like you're calling me old. 🙄

[wingedd20]

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What a shit bag.