Redundancy.

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Hi, my name is Lauren and I'm a terrible person. It's not nice to meet you. (See? Terrible.)

I like to think that all people have some sort of redeeming attribute that makes them unique as individuals. But I also like to think that everyone is some sort of terrible person in some way. Because we are.

Isa.

Go on, admit. You probably listen to some sort of terrible music that has no meaning and/or significant beat or lyrics. It's okay though, because likes and dislikes are quite subjective. But it doesn't change the fact that someone, somewhere, thinks that you're a terrible person because of your music tastes. But that's also okay, because most people suck anyway and you just learn to suck it up and take that unfit judgement like a man.

And if you're like me, whose music player is always blasting at full volume, then you're probably annoying the crap out of random bystanders when you're out and about in public. That means you're being annoying to one person or another, thus making you a terrible person. But that one person or another is a terrible person for even being annoyed, because it's your music, you should do what you want with it, right?

It's like a never ending cycle of terrible.

Dalawa.

Everyone's sense of humour is different from anyone else's despite the similar tastes of the concept of "funny" among groups of friends or colleagues. If you're like me and enjoy "anti-jokes", then you're probably a terrible person. It should be self explanatory.

"Knock knock!"

"Who's there?"

"The Gestapo!"

"What the bleep, you bleepin' bleep! My ancestors were killed by the Nazis!"

"Well, bleep."

See? Terrible.

Tatlo.

If you possess cellular device, it's highly likely that you either recieve or give out "forwarded messages" that say some bullbleep about God not loving you or that you're gonna die or you'll live alone for the rest of your life (which is probably true since you're a terrible person) if you don't keep the chain of fail going. While the whole matter itself is quite insignificant, the timing in which the message is recieved can be quite inconvenient. In other words, don't send me a god damn message about some stupid shit when I'm at an important dinner with my superiors and then I have to explain that if I don't resend these stupid chain mail things, then Yolanda or someone is going to kill me the next time I go to a bowling alley.

Apat.

If you like cauliflower, then you're a terrible person.

I don't care who you are, cauliflower is terrible and if you've consumed that albino broccoli wannabe, then you've just consumed a buttload of terrible.

JUST TERRIBLE.

Cinco.

You're reading this blog. And this blog is terrible. You are now terrible by association via blog in addition to being terrible in the first place. Good job, terrible person who's reading this. Good job.