Fuck People: My Peace, My Space, My Dog

I cannot stand people. That's the truth. I go places by myself because of this. I'm trying to enjoy my own peace, my own space, and some fools just have to come in acting like they own everything. Sitting at the dog park, reading my book, trying to mind my business, and here they come-telling me what my dog should or shouldn't do. Hello? It's a dog park. Dogs are allowed to sniff, run, and do their thing. My dog wasn't aggressive. He was just being a dog. But these people? Absolute chaos. Can't even read the damn signs. Can't respect boundaries.

So what did I do? I got in my car, left everything open, slammed the door, and let them know exactly how I feel. Go the f*** away. Handle your own business. Read the signs. Common sense doesn't seem to exist for some people. If you're going to walk your dog, walk it around the park. Don't come in here acting like you're the authority. My dog is fine. The park is fine. You? The problem.

This is exactly why I do my own thing. Handle my own business. Stay out of other people's space. Keep your nonsense to yourself. People like this make it impossible to enjoy the simplest things. Some people just cannot comprehend respect, boundaries, or common sense. And I refuse to shrink or excuse their stupidity.

I'm done being polite. I'm done explaining. I'm done letting people ruin my space. My dog, this park, my peace-untouchable. If you can't understand that, the problem isn't me. It's you. F*** them.