I Hate Seattle

Hellllloooooo Washington!!!!


As with most places I've lived it's taking the good with the bad. If it works for you here enjoy what it has to offer. If not look to another place and let this be a destination to visit and enjoy the things on a part time basis. Perspective for sure. It's expensive here but there are costs of living in other places adjusted and sometimes one finds it's about the same. Be the best person you can and hope others will too and if they don't and it seems to be the majority find those that are and build it as you'd like it. I've learned life no matter where you are is what you make it. Hang in there and remember love is the cure for most things ;)

Posted by WTF 6 months ago in Tacoma PNW - Permalink

Stop Drawing Attention to Yourself with Your Obnoxious Infant that Should Have been Aborted


Another day in the life on the "Eastside." High fives, invisible comrade. Where art thou?

Today, I entered into the post-office in Kirkland and just as I was entering, a woman with a three year old and her hands full of letters slammed the door right ON me. Luckily I only had car keys in my hand, so I managed to push the door open, so it didn't fully slam in my face. I turned to look over my shoulder - they ran away. What a parental example if ever there were one! I gave a dirty look, but they kept marching on in their delusions. (the mom is probably going to get a botox injection on her day off. ) Before they left, I screamed, to see if anyone would look - and no one did. Typical.

And...., you know why no one looked? Bystanders were too busy gawking at another clumsy clown with an infant. In the post office! Cluttered mail just falling everywhere, even on the infant's carrier, which the woman literally dragged along the floor! and as she was doing so had the mail falling. No idea what you are on lady. The child was screaming and I could hear "it" over my earplugs. So, pretty much, the post office just turned into a nursery 3 seconds after I had a door SLAMMED in my face.

Only in Kirkland, would someone find this to be amusing, and an older Chinese woman purchasing stamps at the counter looked back: "awwww how cute." Um, it wasn't cute when the mail was literally falling on the infant's carrier on top of the infant. Did you see that part?! Wow!

I kept giving the woman dirty looks, and muttered under my breath, "wear a condom." Not one person in line had a joined evil eye. Everyone, kept cheering and asking if "it" was a boy or a girl and blah blah and commenting on how cute "it" was.

Another delightful day. Shoot me.

Posted by runlikehell3 6 months ago in same old shite, get a life, control your child, dont throw a door in my face stop drawing attention to yourself with your obnoxious infant that should have been aborted - Permalink

Hope for the best, EXPECT the worst and some tid bits


There's a difference between anger and hostility and this website is out of control. I'm interested to know if a sister site exists with a real moderator, and not some narcissistic troll Seattlite. If so, please make a post.

Oh, and thank you to the individual who gave the prison sentence analogy. It helps me to sleep at night and not react to people who literally run into me every day, simply when I am walking... well, anywhere. Some guy, just the other day at a local natural food mart was speed walking and ran right into me- *while* he was carrying flowers which will later be received by his tramp, narcissistic and conceited love interest. I gave him a dirty look and it didn't phase him in the slightest. I kept my mouth shut and kept marching on.

Truly, I feel desensitized due to all the passive aggressive behavior. I do use expletives, when legitimately angry but never direct them towards someone. And, that is more in writing, anyhow, as opposed to verbal dictation.

Here is an example of a backlash encounter I had the other day:

Just two days ago, I very politely told a woman who was interrupting a conversation of mine, "I'm not talking with you, can you please leave." Boy, was she livid! She left, slammed the door of the cabin, and before she left called me a "bitch" to my face. Wow. I very kindly asked you to leave because you couldn't read non-verbal cues that I WASN'T making eye contact with you.

The sad part is the folks I was speaking with said nothing to her, and they oversee her. At one point they said, "she means well" and "she's going through a difficult time." (um, as if I weren't?) And, calling me a "bitch" to my face means well. Wow.

I ended up writing a letter to the overseer of the (dis)organization, but don't expect anything to come from it.

A very clear example of why the whole passive aggressive cycle is perpetuating itself. And, for the RECORD, that's an assault right there. *Technically speaking* In a SANE society, even non-verbal cues can be considered to be an assault. But the sheer VOLUME of people who will accept this behavior as the new "norm" are forming some sub-cult of pure EVIL.

In Seattle - hope for the best, but definitely expect the WORST, and don't expect your assaults to be fairly handled. Even if the woman were to be charged, she would likely spend her entire prison sentence contemplating "revenge" as opposed to "learning a lesson."

Posted by runlikehell3 6 months ago in im a bitch for asking you to politely leave - Permalink

Fuck you! Your subaru!, and your cage free salad too!


In this post I will try my best to avoid delving deeply into a cathartic, repetative, and rage filled tirade about the painfully obvious flaws typical of the scum fuck shit stain "people" and the problems surrounding them, who inhabit this region. I would simply like some opinions. Is there any real solution for living amongst the masses of these insular, provincial, narcissistic, bad mannered, FAKE, lemming, entitled, coddled, pansy ass yuppy FUCKS? Or is the only real solution to simply pack up and leave to let these dipshits masturbate to themselves in the mirror, fully outfitted in their tour de france biking gear? It's hard to believe that masses of transplants have the financial means or ability to move here, get settled in, and quickly thereafter be able to spend another small fortune to get the fuck out of this god forsaken place once reality sets in. What do those of you with financial or occupational obligations (that come from the civilized world where people have manners, are GENUINE, say please and thank you, think freely, and know how to drive) do to endure and thrive in this necrotic purgatory known as the northwest? Especially without becoming exactly like these classless meth breath, trustafarian, hipster, dip shits, or another BORING fat ass pretentious bbq stained faced football worshiping mongoloid? Is there any solution other than being forced to leave for your own mental health and quality of life? Or must you conform, and bow before the almighty "emerald city" and its blissful and proud inbred populous to endure this beautiful soggy hell?

Posted by BITEITYOUSCUM 6 months ago in Arrogant, entitled, hipsters, unfriendly - Permalink

True Story


Years ago, I lived in a different state - SOLO. Far far away from Seattle, Washington. At this point in life I was weekly venturing out to live music gigs and pretty active with that part of my life regarding some artistic pursuits. That's all that can be said.

A friend of mine in a local band in Seattle, Washington was living out of his van, and once had confided in me when our paths had crossed. When I Iearnt of such, I was extremely livid! My first thought was, "what the fluff, why are your FRIENDS letting you live in your van?"

Now, we all have flaws, blah blah, but really? Your band mates that you ROAD TRIP with and who you have confided in with your deepest of secrets are letting you live out of your goddamned van! WTF! That's not a flaw, that's a CRISIS!

Immediately, I wanted to drag him to my city and show him love and care and compassion and have him live in an extra bedroom available in my apartment. But, he was IMMUNE. He didn't have the eyes to see. He was so used to being used by "the scene" and being mistreated and back stabbed by frenemies in Seattle, Washington.

Months later, a friend from my city told me this same friend had been mugged (male) in Seattle. Fuck!

A year or so later, I had my own hardships and moved to this area Eastside bumblefuck because I read of some laws and services that may be able to help me in my particular life situation. One day, I popped into a sandwich shop where my friend formerly worked. No one there had ever heard of him. Hmmmm..... I thought maybe I had entered into the wrong shop.

Three months later, I found out from someone on an online dating website that my friend in Seattle had died. I did some research and later learned the cause was a drug over dose. I won't say much more....Fuck!

Let's just say I saw the writing on the wall WAYYYY back. Over a year prior. No one else did? So much gossip going on about me that I am a drama queen in that scene. Um, hello, I am substance-free, I have a different pair of eyes than you! I CARE! In Seattle, Washington, there is no "let's sit down and talk about XXX." Help is out there! It's up to you to take it, but it's there. But, you need support, friends to ride you, make calls. Not one person in your Seattle, Washington art/music scene can support you? Dear Lord!

Please, get your friends help before they unnecessarily die at age 36. If you are reading this, and you have friends in Seattle, Washington that have any addiction issues or housing issues - take them in. It really IS that bad, and 1,000 times worse than what they convey. I have witnessed insane asylums first hand in the state of Washington. Don't send your loved ones there. Try your hardest!


Posted by runlikehell3 6 months ago in unnecessary death, frenemies, willful ignorance - Permalink

Why do I need to know this?


So, I've been slightly "browsing" the internet for a different living situation in Seattle, Washington and just happened to come across this snip-it in a housing ad:

"Hi, I have a room for rent in my house that will be available in the coming weeks due to a roommate moving out (Leaving on good terms; moving in with gf! :) )."

So.....you have a room available. It is irrelevant to me why the room is available. Why do I need to know that your housemate is moving in with his or her partner? Adults do that all the time, it's called being a grownup! LOL!

Just for the sheer fact that this individual is putting his or her housemate's personal business onto the web for all to see, is showcasing his or her level of trustworthiness, right there!

This narcissistic individual probably thought, "oh, what if the prospective renter thinks *IIIII* yes capital *IIIII* did something to push the housemate away? Like, oh my gawd! Someone grew up - in Seattle it's age 45! hahaha.

People drift apart all the time. It's called LIFE! There is no utopia. You aren't *that* important. Stop obsessing about the *why why why of everything - the person is probably laughing at you and not with you and about to get a restraining order because you are nosy fuck*

Posted by runlikehell3 6 months ago in housmate, roommate, living situation, privacy - Permalink

It is called PRIVACY, not secrecy, thanks


Privacy. What's that eh? It's bad enough we live in a soul sucking Universe where half of us likely, (and unknowingly) have been microchipped by the dentist or hospital staff when "going under," can't build a cabin on a parcel of land because every single square inch of an inch is owned by someone or some corporation, and, IP addresses are being saved in e-mails. Yup! (use openmailbox or tutanota).

Move to Seattle, Washington and any teeeny bit of privacy you *thought* you had will be taken away the minute you venture outside, simply to walk or breathe. In Seattle, Washington the thought of thinking you thought you had privacy is actually illegal, (I think), just so you know. ;)

If you do not announce your arrival of "who moved into that end unit?" your neighbors will literally stalk you, and try to figure out if the "new car" in their neighborhood is yours or a friend of a neighbor or neighbor 3's daughter's great-grandmother. Trust me. If they can't figure it out that way, they will ACTUALLY give your license plate number to a local pol-ice officer, who is their *friend* and have them look it up for them. Sheer disgust. This actually happened to me, but in a slightly different capacity. I won't even share the long and drawn out UNNECESSARY drama that came as a result of, briefly,living with a real sociopath. A true lunatic!

So many times in life I have simply "rented a room" with money I had saved. Paid the rent. That's it. Mostly when I was relocating somewhere new. I never stayed with "family I knew in the area" - just moved by myself.

Once, I lived in a neighboring state and signed a lease for a 2 bedroom apartment - living ALONE, when I didn't even have a job and just some money saved and wanted to lay low for awhile. God damn, not here!

I have had such a difficult time renting a room because the landlord wants to control "how much time the tenant is in and out of the house." Um, I live there. What is it to you if I have a job, if my rent is paid? I'm not anti-social because I enjoy listening to full masterpiece musical ALBUMS in my room in MY OWN COMPANY.

Look up "Introvert" you fucks! *rolls eyes* I actually had to say to people on different occasions, "you know I am not a big talker" or "I'm a really quiet person." At one point, I actually told a woman I was deaf, simply so she would stop talking to me. I said, "ma'am, I can see your lips moving, but I can't hear anything because I am deaf." Quiet means quiet. As in your high heels clomping on the floor are literally BURNING my ears!

You have a supremely respectful and CLEAN tenant who pays rent on time. What more do you want? Oh, and I walk past you with headphones in because I'm going for a RUN or walk to enjoy MY OWN company - it's called having a relationship with yourself, try it!

This is NOT a place to come if you desire to restart your life and retain anonymity, whatever the case may be. If you desire that, try Key West!

This is NOT a place to come if you are an introvert at heart.

I can't tell you how many people told me I was being evasive or secretive on the sole basis I did not tell them where I "worked." Um, I met you ONCE, for a half an hour! Um, excuse me? I could be taking care of an ill family member or be ill myself. Or, maybe I just have time and savings and have elected not to be part of the rat-race for awhile. Maybe I just figured out that taking "time off" is candy for the soul. Try it you tight ass!

What I have learned is that there's a 90 % *secret* caveat to a house-mate situation. As in, "I'm saying I want a housemate, but really I need a caretaker." Or even worse, "a girlfriend." Um, I have a life. Because you neglect your children or animals or need to hire a legitimate caretaker, I, your housemate, am not a surrogate parent, nor a petsitter, nor your caretaker. Nor your girlfriend! Ick! You can *hire* other people to do those tasks, and pay them (you tight ass) with your fat ass paycheck.

Dear Seattle, Washingtonian, Why? Why, do I have to tell you WHO I am, yet you feel so entitled, as you have "lived here your whole life" to withhold, "who you are" ummmm, "just because." (whispers - and guess what, I don't even care - I bet that offends you doesn't it). Screw that. Never in my life have I lived in an area where people were so up in your business even when you are just quietly moving into a new place. As if moving wasn't stressful enough!

Trust me, those friendly neighbors are really nosy neighbors "gathering information" that they WILL later try to use against you at all costs if you get into a civil dispute. Mind your P's and Q's and don't get personal! And, if you don't happen to have a profile on an anti-social media website, then you are in BIG POTATO trouble and automatically labeled to be in some underground crime syndicate.

Maybe I just don't want *You* knowing what doctor I see, what if any, spiritual practice I choose, if I have a partner, what sex I date, if I'm married, single what have you etc. Landlords are NOTORIOUS for asking illegal questions, let me tell you! And, there is a ton of landlord assault and identity theft by property managers - so beware, dear ihateseattle comrades, beware.

Thank you, and goodnight!

Posted by runlikehell3 6 months ago in privacy, nosy pricks, need to know know-it-alls, invasiveness, your roommate is your mother - Permalink

A Soul Transaction


If you move to Seattle or what is known as "The Eastside" (East of Lake Washington - Brothell, Bellevue, Kirkland, Redmond) only do so IF you literally feel as if there is NO other option on the PLANET - i.e. a family member is literally on his or her death bed and has you listed as power of attorney and X facility is the ONLY facility in the entire WORLD set-up to take care of this individual. If the means to "alter" the situation you are facing (job loss, caretaker hat, etc.) is there, please do a ten hour long meditation to see if this is the right fit for you; otherwise you will LOSE years of your life and think to yourself, "man, I should have listened to that ranty girl on the Internet from the backwoods - she sure dots her eyes and crosses her t's." I mean that wholeheartedly from the very bottom of the soul.

Truly, I wish someone would have warned me - I had no idea how bad it would get and how, in the deepest state of crisis and midst of a literal nervous breakdown - people could CARE LESS. The State, county, what have you, could CARE LESS. Even the few "friends" I did meet here left me high and dry when I needed them. And, to me, needing a friend is not codependency, it is about the meaty stuff - someone to hold your hand or give you a hug if you lose a job, or are struggling with a breakup, or someone who will ride you to the airport at 4 am and not ask for a penny to cover fuel costs. Someone who will help you to get help if you have an addiction issue and not blame you, and even make the calls FOR you with your permission, and someone who will pick you up in the middle of the night if you may be in a dangerous situation. Someone who will never *assume* you are at fault or created a hardship, simply because you are CLEAR and HONEST with yourself as to where you are in life. That's a friend.

I am a "pick your battles" kind of person and don't blow the whistle of cry wolf. But here in Seattle, Washington and "The Eastside", there is so much bait and switch in literally SECONDS, your authenticity, ingenuity, creativity, and pure essence of love and care for yourself and others will diminish. We are talking SECONDS.

Soon, SECONDS will turn to minutes, to hours, to days, to suddenly half a year! And, all the time you spent trying to be patient, non-judgmental, hoping people would "come around" or "come to understand you" will show it's Darkness. An entire city of pussies who can't speak up for themselves, or speak out about injustices. It's 90 % talk. Little to NO action, and a whole lot of "reaction." Because, um, like, we are only going by "theory" and not "direct experience" here in Seattle, Washington and "The Eastside" mmmmkay!

An entire city of pussies who are so narcissistic that when you do (speak up and speak out), you will be berated and deemed to be a "drama queen" simply for having authentic standards that counter the "status quo" and line up with real TRUTH.

In time, your "frenemies" will show their true colors, you'll be harassed by the pol-ice force unnecessarily, multiple times per WEEK, even, assaulted on public transit, and DISMISSED by your "friends," peers, psychotherapists, church pastor, etc, who think "you made the whole thing up." "They" will try to convince you that you are simply "complaining unnecessarily" that *really* there is NOTHING wrong with Seattle, Washington and that "it's all in your head." They will refuse to hold legitimate conversations with you, ones that will undoubtedly counter their falsification of your truth. "They" will talk over you because your so very true, truth is too much for their extremely experienced eyes and ears to hear. Of course!

"They" will try to pressure you into stating your personal TRUTH is just a "perception." But deep down, you will KNOW. The tears will come. And, you will know. You will know you are alone. A Stranger in a Strange land of Jetson, techno drones, and flavorless beached whales with mini-me's who, not only lack empathy, but who have had the empathy PROGRAMMED right out of them. A new species of automatons who sponge off exploitation and authoritative statutes and vampire the life, heart, and soul out of the few visitors who used to care so much about the little details of life. And, then... then... you will be right where they want you - drinking Starbucks and going to "the game."

In seeking professional "help," to rectify the situation and realign with Source, you will be so strung out that even the deepest pieces of you will feel long forgotten. You will spend months and, even years living in fragments. You will see a ghost in the mirror each and every day. Nothing, not even the holiest of holistic services and psychotherapy will work to piece you together.

And that ghost, is an indicator. An indicator of a Soul now nothing more than a transaction. "They" have you! The noose is tied. A person now a profit margin ready to join the 'anti-community' "community." Barf in a bag to you, but you didn't even notice because the cranial pressure of their mass assault and forced directives to tie that noose were at the forefront of your mind.

When you get a moment to breathe, you will search, and search, and search for a beacon of hope. A sense of home. This longing will become your sole and soul goal. Tears of pain will erase tears of joy. And the "Thems" will surround you, call you names, and throw you into the fire until you submit and run naked in your own humiliation.

As a very last resort, you will place a post on an online forum, hoping that someone, from somewhere, far far away will hear the hostage in you. Because, well, a rape whistle just isn't enough to covey the sheer agony and torment of the "Thems." And then, maybe, just maybe, you will find some solace with the fact that someone, somewhere may donate to you some relocation assistance, because, well, you are just too damn stubborn and integral to submit to a job in the 'anti-community' community world of Seattle, Washington.

Thank you, and Goodnight!

Posted by runlikehell3 6 months ago in warning, narcissism, help - Permalink

Density of the Densest


My roots are far into the backwoods country where we never really domesticated pets (had 11 cats in one house, let them run feral), no public transit, and for "fun" people tie a sled to the back of a truck and drag it through a farm field. The epitome of "redneck" if you will (there aren't even taxis in my place of origin). It's extremely dirt poor, in terms of finances, and a lot of neighborhoods don't even have sidewalks.

With that said, people, for the most part, help each other out (even if they don't necessarily like one another). Otherwise, the town doesn't exist. So, if you have a flat, someone will help you to change your tire or give you a ride or, they, themselves may have chains to tow your vehicle right then and there. Or, even a spare tire in their backyard. Lots of options for those stranded on the road. Obviously, I left for a reason, but I do appreciate the sincerity that exists in terms of "I help you, I don't expect anything in return. I'm not going to hit on you or stalk you because you're attractive etc. and I just helped you, and now feel entitled to be in your life after a 10 minute interaction."

Once, I was driving through a town called Woodinville (Seattle Eastside) which, at first had a similar vibe to my "hometown." Wrong! One night, I happened to be broken down on the side of the road. It was late at night, and the car stalled while I was driving around a curvy part of the road. I put on my fourway flashers and tried to flag someone down. Even though my flashers were on, it was difficult to see the car, which I thought was extremely dangerous.

I can't tell you how many cars drove by MY car while I was flagging someone for help! It took about 10 or 15 MINUTES to have someone stop to help. In the meantime, I looked into the window of other cars and saw people texting, eating sandwiches, talking on the phone, etc. I did flag a group of Indian men down, but they seemed to be of the Microsoft "text speak" camp and were even texting while I was trying to gesture they help to move the car off the road. I tried to explain that the car was a hazard to everyone's safety and that it needed to be pushed off the road - immediately! But, anyone with common sense would know that, right? They DROVE AWAY!


Several other folks stopped by, and *didn't know what to do!* "Um, push the damn car off the road!" I knew what was wrong with the car, but it just needed to be off the road for safety reasons. No quick thinking from anyone passing by, whatsoever. People actually tried to have a conversation with me while I was standing there in about 30 degree weather, freezing my ass off and just wanting the car to get into a safe location - for everyone!

A conversation? What in the hell?

I was livid! I did a meditation and magically the car started itself! I was able to drive it off the road into a more secure location and do what needed to be done to repair it.

Lesson Learned: In the State of Washington - get AAA and don't trust that your "friendly" neighbor is going to help you. Well, maybe here and there, but not at large, no sir.

Posted by runlikehell3 6 months ago in stupidity, dense, hipster crap - Permalink

Run Like Hell, You'll Need an Exorcism if you Stay


Oh my word! Where to begin? Seattle, it's "Eastside" cohorts (consisting of Kirkland, Bellevue, Brothell and the like), and the entire State of Washington are a collective of Narcissists (yes capital N) who enable each other's ill behavior and exist in pyramids of narcissistic nepotism that go something like this: Born in Washington State, attend the University of Washington, LIVE AT HOME, commute downtown or to a "satellite campus" (Brothell has the University of Washington - Cascadia satellite campus), have your parents pay for everything while you are a GROWN UP with four limbs and an able body making no attempt to pay your own way through anything" or develop your own ideas independent of your "family" or FAKE AS BACON "friends," verbally abuse your housemates (if applicable), "friends" and romantic partners because your parents didn't raise you to have etiquette and you didn't seek to learn about life outside "Washington State" and are too narcissistic to seek psychotherapy, (in the event you seek psychotherapy, there is a 90% chance your psychotherapist is also a clock-punching narcissist with a diploma mill degree who will hand you a sheet of yes/no questions to fill out of "how depressed" you are as opposed to asking open ended questions to help you to expand your worldview), prey on innocent international exchange students via covert hazing and mind-control techniques to get them into your "cult," start a non-profit because you have no skills to work for a real business or start a "real business" of your own, mis-manage the non-profit because you went to a school that taught you jack about human communication and money management (even though your parents had loads), form cliques with your FAKE AS BACON "friends" who will work at your non-profit, yet turn on you in a millisecond (i.e. your car breaks down or you lose your housing you will have no one to ride you to a repair shop or a couch to crash on). when your friends turn on you beg your parents for "help", go back and live at home for no other reason than the fact you can't manage your money or relationships properly, in the event you have real addiction issues or something of the sort, receive NO support from your "family" or "friends" and are left hanging by the State which has no services for the handful of folks out there seeking real help, are frustrated at the lack of State services to get "help" and repeat the vicious cycle by enrolling in a "master's" program at.... guess where? The University of Washington! Continue your master's at your nepotinistic school, or a diploma mill school, continue to enroll in school because "the real world" scares you and you can't communicate to a supervisor at a real business, likely enroll in diploma mill schools such as Capella University to get an "online" PhD and never have to have a real dissertation committee review and criticize your work. Teach at The University of Washington and become subservient to the staff, your FAKE AS BACON "friends" and work alongside many aunts, uncles, and parents who think it's naughty to exercise real "academic freedom" laws or "whistleblower" laws because it *may* offend someone. And, well, we cannot offend anyone, now can we, in the narcissistic State of Washington?

How's that for brunch?

Posted by runlikehell3 6 months ago in narcissism, about face, etiquitte - Permalink

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