The Dark Knight Rises vs. The Avengers (Round 1)

Babes in Black

In this corner having starred in Alice in Wonderland, The Devil Wears Prada, Brokeback Mountain & Rachel Getting Married for which she was nominated for the best actress Academy Award…

Anne Hathaway as Catwoman

And in this corner having starred in Girl with a Pearl Earring, Lost in Translation & Match Point, winning the Golden Globe for all three performances…

Scarlett Johansson as Black Widow

Round 1.

Fight!

Action shots… Go!

Sexy photos… Go!

Magazine covers w/ their co-stars… Go!

Sexy pose off… Go!

Go!

ding ding ding.

At this time we would like to ask the medical staff to enter the ring as both women have beaten the shit out of each other.

Let’s go to the judges.

The Gripes of Wrath

You ever have one of those moments where you feel like everything is perfect with every fiber of your being? Like it doesn’t get any better than this. Just bottle that moment.

Freeze it. (click)

Perfect.

Or you ever have one of those days, weeks or months where you’re thinking my god what else could go wrong? Like somebody up there must hate you.

I have this friend. Girl friend. I’ve known her forever.

She…

hates…

everything.

I know a lot of people say that, but this girl means it. she hates everything and everyone that anyone else likes. If it’s popular or main stream or just good, she can’t stand it. I’m not just talking, Twilight, Bieber, Gaga and stuff that’s easy to hate. That’s crap and everybody knows it. I’m talking about Ice Cream, Christmas, Sex, you know, the big ones.

Puppies. I could say “Look at these puppies. Cute little puppies look at those little faces.”

She’d say “Those puppies are trying too hard. please take them away.”

It’s not even like she has a reason or any kind of rationale. She just wants to be the queen of contrariness. But I love her. (and I’m sure she hates that)

I never had sex with her. Though I wanted to… (I am a guy) but the prospect of her hating my penis just ruined it. She’d be like “I love you and all that… It’s just your penis. I’m over your penis… I’m going to have to ask you to take it out of me now. I never want to see it again… It’s just trying too hard to be… sexy… and it’s too popular.”

I’m not dating at the moment. I wouldn’t even know what to do on a date. I’m an embarrassment at the theater. I’m the guy that laughs when I see the joke coming. You know, before the punchline. I see it coming and it’s going to be funny and that’s the point when I find it funny. So that’s when I laugh. Why do I have to wait? Everyone is quiet and then I’m cracking up hysterically. A few seconds later everyone else is laughing.

“Have you seen this before?”

“Nope. Just saw the joke coming a mile away.”

“You know that’s annoying, right?”

“yeah… I do.”

“Then maybe you should wait to laugh with the rest of us.”

Dinner dates are even worse because I eat really really fast. Learned it when I was a kid. Dinner with the family was brutal. I can’t stand my family. They all had the same favorite pastime; abusing me mercilessly.

Fast as I could shovel the food into my mouth. whoomp. Done.

“I’m finish. Can I get away from you crazy motherfuckers now? Please? Thank you.”

So when I go out to dinner I have to consciously pace myself. I’m talking, listening. I don’t even touch my fork.

“Aren’t you gonna eat your fish, spaghetti, whatever the fuck it is?”

Whoomp

“Damn did you even taste that?”

And then the explanation. We spend the next few minutes of the meal talking about my childhood. “My step monster used to beat the shit out of me. My mom was a pathological liar and mentally abusive. My older brother was an asshole who knew how to push my buttons but not how to take my side. So what do you do? for a living?”

It works out though because with the way I eat I have great teeth. Always have. Don’t even floss that much. Because I never use them. I just mash the food with the roof of my mouth and swallow it whole (whoomp whoomp whoomp whoomp whoomp) My teeth don’t even touch.

I am not a good date. But I’ve never really had healthy romantic relations with women. My mom kind of screwed me up. Thought it would be different when I started dating guys. But it was the same thing… just with two penises.

My mother would creep into my room at night when I was a little boy and whisper “Don’t get any girls pregnant. Don’t get any girls pregnant.”  That was her biggest concern. She was a teen mom herself so she thought she’d do her part to reduce that problem in society by brainwashing her son with hypnotic suggestion or whatever the fuck that was. And then, get this, she has the nerve to ask me why she doesn’t have any grand kids… You said don’t get any girls pregnant. You never specified an age limit!  This is why we leave brainwashing to the professionals, mom.

I don’t know if you can tell, but I suck at life.

YES.

I totally suck at life. But… life blows… so it equals out.

You’d think, being a loser to the SUBSTANTIAL DEGREE THAT I AM that I wouldn’t have an enormous ego. But I have a huge fucking ego.

It’s tremendous.

With absolutely nothing to back it up.

No accomplishments, no money, barely graduated High School, did not finish college, no job, even when I have a job, it’s a shit job. Either working for some kid half my age or… some sort of shaved monkey, Got no girlfriend, no boyfriend, I got no marketable skills whatsoever. But I got this big fucking ego. My ego’s got its own zip code. Doesn’t even take my calls, some days. It’s fucking huge. And there’s no call for it. Add the sad fact that I have absolutely no social skills and my ego seems terribly out of place.

My therapist is fond of saying that I have an inflated sense of self worth.

INFLATED SENSE OF SELF WORTH.

I like the sound of that.

I want to put those words in flashing neon above my head for all the world to see as I walk down the street.

Look at me world. I have an INFLATED SENSE OF SELF WORTH! You’re welcome.

I’ve had a pretty shitty existence (relatively) and I just rolled with it. Whole lot of crap from the people I trusted. Beaten down by life, family, friends, fucktards but I just rolled with it. Some days it felt like everybody was just waiting to take a swing at me. Rolled. It got to the point where I just stopped rolling. Said, FUCK IT, you can beat me until your arms get tired, until you forget why you hate me, until we’re both embarrassed and then you just leave me the fuck alone. I mean I’m constantly being shit upon. Why not just give in.

You need a punching bag? I am your punching bag.

Once I gave up on the plans, the dreams, the wants and desires, I expected the shit parts to go away as well. Since they were predicated upon the crushing of my dreams.

But life is still shit. It just became a lot easier to deal with. And the good parts, the rare good days and perfect moments, were a hell of a lot sweeter. Mostly because I wasn’t thinking, “This is the way it should be everyday.” “I deserve this.” but my attitude became more like “This is pretty fucking special. I know I’ll be knee-deep in shit tomorrow so I’m going to enjoy this right now.” I realized that the plans, the dreams, the fantasy, that’s not my life. My life is the disappointments. Life is the shit. The shit that happens to me that fucks up my life is my life.

And I know everybody’s life sucks to varying degrees but we don’t want to believe that our shit score is actually even par. That this is the way life is. We believe that we’re below average. But this is the norm and those beautiful joyous moments are gifts to be cherished that become less and less rare the more we appreciate them for what they are.

And it’s because of that guy. And everybody knows that guy. It’s the same fucking guy. That… always happy, always lucky, always makes the train on time, everything goes his way… scumbag. That’s the guy making us think “That’s the way life is supposed to be.”

or “Why can’t everything go my way like that guy?”

“My plumbing’s messed up. My car won’t start. My cat’s sick. WIPE THAT SMILE OFF YOUR FACE YOU LUCKY FUCK.”

But we all hold up that guy’s life like that’s the norm and we’re all living something… less than. But the truth is; That guy’s a freak of nature… and should be treated as such.

What we should say is, “So I hear you just hit the lottery on the same day you got a raise, a promotion and your wife told you she’s okay with a three-way and to add to that you got the last jelly donuts… That’s kind of fucked up, man. Everyone else I know has money problems. Ted’s grandmother’s sick. Bob’s got parking tickets, might do some jail time, Daniel’s wife is cheating on him… I don’t know what you’re living, my friend, but that’s not life. I feel sorry for you, all that smiling must get… old. Hey, maybe you’ll stub your toe on the way back to your corner office.” Fingers crossed “Break a leg, man. really… break a leg.”

So once I got comfortable with what life was and what life is… basically a constant string of disappointments, wrapped in shit, delivered C.O.D. by a pissed off postal worker who knew me in High School and hates me personally… it was all good. And all I really had to do was find some way to fill the time between perfect moments.

I choose to fill it with compassion and respect for others and staying as far away from my relatives as I possibly can. And that’s worked out pretty well.

So as it turns out I don’t stink at life as much as I thought.

Suck it bitches.

– Wrath (Pride)

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