oh, my god. i hate people with identity crises. i absolutely loathe them.
i really think it's my pet peeve, seriously. when someone can't even think for themselves. everything you say is what they're most likely to say, because well, frankly, they don't have anything else to say. and it pisses the hell out of me.
so i went downtown today, and i was browsing through tower records (overpriced!). my roommate came along, and bless her heart: she is one to fit under my pet peeve category. now, i'm a pretty hardcore evanescence fan. i probably own all their songs and have seen most of their footages. i am the california representative for their street team, and really; if you knew me any, you wouldn't disagree that i am a huge fan of evanescence. well, i listen to them all the time in my dormroom, singing along, analyzing their lyrics... and what do you know. my roommate snatches a copy of their cd, fallen, and walks out all happy. i tell her, "man, i'm rubbing off on you," (hello? this is me trying to tell you how much you're pissing me off...) and she's like, "no... not really." right. so i test her (i know... cunning. but this kind of thing really pisses me off). i ask her, "what's your favorite song on their cd?", because she claims that she has listened to the whole cd many times over. she looks at the back of the cd cover (which, by the way, is an unnecessary action if someone has listened to a cd "many times over"), and replies, "i like how #6 sounds." "how does it go again?" "uhm... yeah, i haven't listened to any of their songs for a long time." "no, you have; you listen to my immortal online all the time." "yeah, but not any of their other songs. i used to have them all on the computer." "so why don't you just download it again?" "i want the cd like a real fan." i wanted to smack her.
so we're walking along, and i ask her, "do you really know their songs?" and of course, she replies, "yeah." "so you like, #6, right?" "yeah..." "why?" "... i don't know, it... i just like it." "man! how does it go? (and this is me pretend to not know how my tourniquet goes)" "uhm... i don't remember... besides, i didn't get to listen to the whole song, to top it off..." "... didn't you say you've listened to their cd many times?" "... yeah, but..." i am so pissed.
WHY do people do that? why the hell can't they do anything themselves? you know... this is not the only time she's done this. she's also copied my favorite disney movies (which happen to be the lion king and lilo & stitch), my favorite disney characters, my hobbies, my favorite color, my favorite number, my favorite mousse, my favorite shampoo and conditioner, my favorite tv show, my favorite collections (of sobe bottle caps and guitar picks), my favorite candy, my favorite music. i feel like i'm losing my identity without my consent. what the fuck.
not only does she copy me; she also lies about it. "no... i've liked them (evanescence) for a long time." then why don't you know their song titles, bitch? man; i am so sick and tired of her being me.
to look at it positively, it's flattering. someone thinks i am interesting and worth their time enough to be like me. i'ma trendsetter to them. but negatively speaking, it's annoying and they need a life. i don't want you and your half-developed mind to come and be a monkey, copying everything that i do and am. fuck this shit. she needs to back off...
it's easy to tell a poser from the real thing. i've been living with her for eight months now, and seriously... everything that i love has become hers as well. if she had liked something from the beginning, then when i bring it up, it would be obvious. but she had to beat around the bush and make up excuses as to why she didn't know anything about what i was talking about. that's not only identity theft, but also lying. and that combination really pisses me off.
i'm pissed. if you didn't catch that, then i didn't make myself clear enough.
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