I'm just so done with EatBeast Hello all!  I know I've been posting a lot lately, and hopefully I haven't been annoying the shit out of you guys. I've posted of suicide attempts, cheese binges, whale tears, and birth control overdoses, of screaming and REEEEEing, of medication lists miles long and FUPAs whose circumferences are on par with a small planet's.  My shitparents and shitparents have told me, over my entire childhood, to see the good in people. My aunt with a drinking problem? Yeah, she's annoying sometimes but she provides a good cautionary tale. That really strict algebra teacher I had in the 11th grade? Yeah, it sucks you didn't finish the quiz but you learned how to better prepare for the next one. That dude who cut you off in traffic? Yeah, he's annoying but you know his dick is like 0.00001 inches long because he drives an awful car.  There's no good in her.  Sure, there's humor. I can extract these fucking awful stories, sprinkle them with jankity vocab, and fling them your way. And I love reading all your comments! They make me feel happy about my lack of obesity, and also about my writing style! I love being reminded that realistic, disciplined people still exist in the world, and they're going to be the people who prevail after the tubbies HAES themselves to death.  Today, a friend in one of her math classes said to me, "I'm so damn frustrated. It's been two weeks, and we haven't gotten our quizzes back! And the test is NEXT WEEK! We need them to study."  I said, "Two weeks, that's a while! What gives?"  "YOUR ROOMMATE. She hasn't been in class in two weeks, hasn't taken the quiz, so none of us can see our scores!"  It's cool with me that the fatty is ruining her life. It's kind of fun to watch. I love looking at my knees, noting how they haven't sprouted FUPAs. I love looking at my naked body in the shower, knowing that someone likes to make sweet love to it after we eat healthy snacks and go for a run. It's fine by me that the fat has, all things considered, probably less than a decade. I can hope that it goes quietly and its family moves on.  What I can't get behind, is how it's cool with fucking over so many groups of people on the way out. Your classmates need to see their tests? TOO FUCKING BAD, JABBA CAN'T BE BOTHERED TO TAKE IT. Social workers need to get on with their days? TOO FUCKING BAD, TUBBY NEEDS TO HAVE ITS REEEEE-REEEEE RIGHTS READ TO IT ABOUT A LEASE IT CAN'T BREAK. Doctors need to see patients who need actual help? BUT ROTUNDA NEEDS ITS BELLYACHE EXAMINED RIGHT NOW, BEFORE STARVASHUN MODE OCCURS. Roommate wants to have a clean kitchen? BETTER TELL THE WORLD HOW MUCH THAT INCONVENIENCES ME BY TRYING TO OFF MYSELF.    I also hate how comfortable it's able to be.  I love shame. Shame is the best. Shame can help someone change their ways without inflicting physical harm. Shame is what motivates kids to learn their lines for a school play, to study their math for multiplication contests, to work hard at soccer practice. No kid wants to feel the shame that comes along with fucking up.  If little children, as young as 3 or 4, can master this concept, why can't fats?  I know what the answer is: because they aren't people. I know that sounds like too much of a generalization, but when you think of the human experience, the highs and the lows, the entire emotional spectrum, falling in and out of love, moving out of your childhood home and spreading your wings, fats just cant participate. When you take every aspect of the life you're supposed to be experiencing and replace it with food, that isn't a life. It's like a fucked-up experiment.  Why do I care, you might ask. Short answer: I really don't, not enough to lose sleep over it. Longer answer: there are so many people in this world who are starving and getting raped and shot at, having to leave their homes because bombs blew up the cities they grew up in. There are people who starve and bleed and who get infections so serious they cause limbs to rot away.  And then there's my roommate. My roommate whose smug face I want to punch out a window.  I'm getting kind of tired, so I'm heading to bed.  I'm leaving this up on my computer.  I'll keep you all posted. EDIT: To the fatties who downvoat this, I'm sorry I hurt your fee-fees. They are the only things I can hurt because everything else is 50000 Leagues Under the Blubber.