Sometimes, oftentimes... there is the urge to say what's on one's mind!

Usually good, really... being a nice person. 

But then... when the nice person relents... There is the want and the need to rant and rage about ...fucking everything and all! 
Because it all seems not a bit fucked, but all-fucked! 

I apologised to someone on Facebook for speaking harshly to her... then she posted stupid anti-vax krap that ...then she agreed with my dismissal of her post!?  WTF? 

Don't tell anyone... but I actually like people, generally. But, there are so many exceptions to that ...ideal, it makes me wonder! I'm not a fan of humans, as a race...  Most 1 on 1 are fine, in small groups are ...OK. Grouped...? Suss as fuck!

And there lies Pete... Something to the Left and something else to the Right and... something about clowns and jokers and... I never liked that song!

Rants are all about spouting shit and voiding emotions and saying stuff... It's hard to actually say what one means, feels, gets sick-in-the-guts, the-heart about...

Typing isn't hard [Fuck Grammarly!] but emotions and thinking are awful and shitful to put in a post. 

I hate SO much and so many shitty things... homelessness, addiction, domestic violence, violence*, idiots, thoughtlessness, bad manners, ignorance... Phew... Pfft! What do y'do? 
It pisses me off! 

I consider myself a "nice bloke". 
I try to portray Nice to others. 

*Violence: By an authorised Force, is justified.