It's my blog and I'll be irrational if I want to

I haven’t been this angry in a while. And part of me knows why I am mad. Another part says I’m being irrational. But I don’t care, I want to be.

Don’t affirm or agree with me just to make me happy.
Don’t think that alcohol is reason to disrespect me.
Don’t act like you care. Your lack of initiative is contradictory.
Don’t give me shit for thinking for myself and not doing what everyone else wants me to do.
Don’t expect me to be the same just because you’re stuck in the past.
Don’t try to talk shit behind my back until you realize I’m actually not there. And don’t make it worse by not owning up to it.
Don’t assume I am naïve to see who you really are. Your gestures are as subtle as an atomic bomb.
Don’t believe that one or two favors will compensate for being, for lack of a better word, an asshole.

By the way, this is not about just one person, which is the reason I’m glad I’m back in the bay, kind of.