the "Successful": Mountains out of Molehills

Cream soda kicks ass

 and by successful I'm talking of those who society sees as successful: money, steady career, house, kids, car. all that bullshit. 


now you would think that they have more responsibilities, less time  than those without those deals. at least many of them make themselves out to be more  important than us, "too busy", etc. somewhat understandable when they have say, kids. 


and  i thought I'm the type that would think more about the minutiae of life: e.g. I've written a lot about bathrooms, dying  languages, hype. but the following are some of the subjects that the "successful" have made a pointed  effort to bring up with  me, disagree an usually criticise   me openly and in public, make sure they make it clear how much of a freak i am: (some of these I've written about before i think) 

• how weird i was bringing grape and cream soda to a party
• how their dog/girlfriend/both need to be called by her full Christan name like Jehovah himself. or if i call her by that name, then i need to call her by her nickname that "everyone", or every asshole,  says. 
• they never seem to  understand why i keep the menu during the whole meal (i like to make sure of my order, i  like to see what's in the meal in an upscale place, like to keep my options open for desert etc.)
•  me taking food home. guess they can't understand that  i don't eat too large too often,. so i like to take what i don't have. and i hate to waste--ocd. 
• i don't conform to their bullshit tastes on the fucking  Yankees, the flicks they like etc
• i don't like to sing songs i don't like, like Happy birthday (otherwise no one's as dedicated as me during birthdays, but that's rarely noted). i abstained from that song  long before Curb Your Enthusiasm. 

as usual, the opinions, likes, mainstream tastes, mainstream mores, habits, overshadow those of the solitary, careerless, poor, city dweller. again, fuck you