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Ever lay in bed at night, trying to sleep? It's been a long day and you just want to escape for a few hours?
But as you lay there, a tap is dripping. A steady, metranomic rythm pulsing quietly. You ignore it and close your eyes, shut it out and exhale steadily.
But it continues with the sound until you snap, leap up and almost yank the tap from the sink.
Ever felt like that?
Trying to be calm and relaxed, happy and natural but that tiny little annoyance suddenly tips you over the edge.
That's how it's going right now.
It comes from the constant stream of idiocy from people at work. Stupid, barren statements of their life that force you to respond with a thin-lipped smile and a noise of understanding in the hope they leave you alone.
Family members that operate in a cloud of misery and self-inflicted vagueness, these people too feel the need to share their void with you.
Is it cathartic for these drones to offload? Does it help them struggle through their day to try and force it onto you? Do they suddenly feel validated if they can try and make you understand them?
One of the biggest crimes in life is to waste time. There's barely enough as it is, yet so much seems to be spent standing in front of somebody as they run through a litany of their failures and shared problems.
But if I turn and walk off, I'm the bad man.
Don't these people understand how close they are to witnessing somebody snap? How would they feel if I forgot social convention and went for the face?
I can tolerate endless mistakes and foul ups, it's when they start to try and pull me in that I get twitchy.
My life is my own, I fix my own fences and maintain Fort Me as best I can.
But the constant stream of these people trying to get in, trying to kick my gates down and run amok is starting to get to me.
I'll smile and nod and wait for the gaps in their monologues so I can insert random noises of sympathy, just dont expect me to share one iota of myself with them.
"Good weekend?" is the mantra of man. To be followed with "Yeah" or "Not really". That's the rule, nobody wants any details. It's a dance of politeness, nothing more.
Yet there are certain individuals that feel the burning need to start droning about their problems, as if it would mean anything to me and expect me to actually care.
If I'm having a bad day, I'll quietly go about my business and fix things. What I don't do is turn to the person next to me and start to fill their head with my problems.
When did we become a nation of whiny little insects? What ever happened to "A man's business is his own"
Dont tell me about your cat that got sick, dont tell me about your cousin getting the flu.
Because I don't care at all. If you are my friend, I'll sit until the sun burns out and do whatever I can for you.
If you are a person I share daylight hours with at a job, that's all you are - don't confuse that with fondness because some of us are busy with life, we don't need to make our jobs the centre of our being.
Drip...drip...drip...
It's getting near to that moment I'll tear the tap from the wall.
Don't say I didn't warn you
But as you lay there, a tap is dripping. A steady, metranomic rythm pulsing quietly. You ignore it and close your eyes, shut it out and exhale steadily.
But it continues with the sound until you snap, leap up and almost yank the tap from the sink.
Ever felt like that?
Trying to be calm and relaxed, happy and natural but that tiny little annoyance suddenly tips you over the edge.
That's how it's going right now.
It comes from the constant stream of idiocy from people at work. Stupid, barren statements of their life that force you to respond with a thin-lipped smile and a noise of understanding in the hope they leave you alone.
Family members that operate in a cloud of misery and self-inflicted vagueness, these people too feel the need to share their void with you.
Is it cathartic for these drones to offload? Does it help them struggle through their day to try and force it onto you? Do they suddenly feel validated if they can try and make you understand them?
One of the biggest crimes in life is to waste time. There's barely enough as it is, yet so much seems to be spent standing in front of somebody as they run through a litany of their failures and shared problems.
But if I turn and walk off, I'm the bad man.
Don't these people understand how close they are to witnessing somebody snap? How would they feel if I forgot social convention and went for the face?
I can tolerate endless mistakes and foul ups, it's when they start to try and pull me in that I get twitchy.
My life is my own, I fix my own fences and maintain Fort Me as best I can.
But the constant stream of these people trying to get in, trying to kick my gates down and run amok is starting to get to me.
I'll smile and nod and wait for the gaps in their monologues so I can insert random noises of sympathy, just dont expect me to share one iota of myself with them.
"Good weekend?" is the mantra of man. To be followed with "Yeah" or "Not really". That's the rule, nobody wants any details. It's a dance of politeness, nothing more.
Yet there are certain individuals that feel the burning need to start droning about their problems, as if it would mean anything to me and expect me to actually care.
If I'm having a bad day, I'll quietly go about my business and fix things. What I don't do is turn to the person next to me and start to fill their head with my problems.
When did we become a nation of whiny little insects? What ever happened to "A man's business is his own"
Dont tell me about your cat that got sick, dont tell me about your cousin getting the flu.
Because I don't care at all. If you are my friend, I'll sit until the sun burns out and do whatever I can for you.
If you are a person I share daylight hours with at a job, that's all you are - don't confuse that with fondness because some of us are busy with life, we don't need to make our jobs the centre of our being.
Drip...drip...drip...
It's getting near to that moment I'll tear the tap from the wall.
Don't say I didn't warn you
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It happened to me a lot when i was at school. I just pretended i was listening as "Dionne" started to discuss the sweater she was wearing that day. Just let it slide. Telling people to fook off is all well and good, but its hardly polite, i know i wouldnt do it.
Screaming really loudly is a very good way to release pressure. Or, if you are annoyed and want to cry - laugh. Force yourself to laugh. Really loud. It lets it all out.
Or you could buy one of those little squeezy balls. Excellent missile.
Or you could buy one of those little squeezy balls. Excellent missile.
This may be a stupid suggestion and I'm glad I'm nowhere near you so you can't jam a pen in my eye but...
Have you ever thought of just letting go?
Scream, shout, throw stuff, go mental...It might help.
Probably best not to do it at work though, you could end up at some crazy house like Homer when he wore the pink shirt.
Have you ever thought of just letting go?
Scream, shout, throw stuff, go mental...It might help.
Probably best not to do it at work though, you could end up at some crazy house like Homer when he wore the pink shirt.
I once worked next to a woman who did nothing but moan about how crap this job was and how she was going to quit and work somewhere else.
She never did, in fact she still works there, but thankfully I don't work near her anymore so I can get on with working and stop being distracted by mind numbingly boring and irrelevant conversations.
I probably wouldn't have minded as much, if it weren’t for the fact she said the same thing every bloody day.
She never did, in fact she still works there, but thankfully I don't work near her anymore so I can get on with working and stop being distracted by mind numbingly boring and irrelevant conversations.
I probably wouldn't have minded as much, if it weren’t for the fact she said the same thing every bloody day.
I would have thought you would have been more blunt Goatboy and just answered back, 'Go away'.
In that case, I guess you really are just around some sucky people. Sorry dude. :0)
I think it depends who you talk to. Personally, I have the same view as you. If, on a monday morning, you fancy telling me an amusing story about your weekend, go ahead. I'm probably (most mondays) all for it as it'll liven up the morning.
As you say though, I have no time for people who walk in and start unloading their problems onto your shoulders. Its great to talk about problems, but find someone who gives a *$hit* first.
Having said this, there are some people I know, who love taking everyone's burdens on their shoulders. Not being nosy, but just providing a listening ear. Good on them, they are a better person than I.
Depends on the type of person we are I think. Unfortunately, apart from special occasions/friends&family, I have little time for it.
As you say though, I have no time for people who walk in and start unloading their problems onto your shoulders. Its great to talk about problems, but find someone who gives a *$hit* first.
Having said this, there are some people I know, who love taking everyone's burdens on their shoulders. Not being nosy, but just providing a listening ear. Good on them, they are a better person than I.
Depends on the type of person we are I think. Unfortunately, apart from special occasions/friends&family, I have little time for it.
It's not what you guys say or are saying, if I choose to, I can just not read the thread.
That's a luxury I'm not allowed in real life. I'm just in a bad mood today because of mindless, lazy, dullards with no life that think discussing Eastenders is a substitute for living.
The very same wastes of flesh that dump work on me because they dont fancy it, then get offended when I take it back, drop it back on their desk and say "Dont do that."
Same with family members that decide to phone me at work with personal grief, and they feel like destroying my day so they feel better.
And a stupid ex-girlfriend that doesn't understand each email is a little, constant tap on the forehead I can ignore for so long.
Despite what you may think, I'm a tolerant, helpful person.
To a point.
Then I quietly say "Enough now" and get on with my own life/work/problems, except they follow behind bleating at me and tapping me on the shoulder.
Again, "Please leave me alone now, this is not a good time and I'm not interested"
Baaaaaa Baaaaaa Baaaaaa
"Be quiet"
Baaaaaa Baaaaaa Baaaaa
"Please leave me alone, I cant ask again"
Baaaaaa Baaaaaa Baaaaa
"#@%$ OFF"
"Ooooo, what's wrong with you"
Asking nicely to be left in peace doesn't work, it gets ignored and drowned out through the noise of their complaints about life.
It has to end with losing my temper, stopping short of punching them in the face repeatedly.
If people could just extend the courtesy of stop whinging about their problems long enough to realise my eyes have glazed over and I've gone somewhere else, then it'd be cool.
But they dont, it's always another email/call/moan and I have to sit here and take it, when I can feel myself losing control of my temper.
I'm going for a fag before I set somebody's soul on fire.
That's a luxury I'm not allowed in real life. I'm just in a bad mood today because of mindless, lazy, dullards with no life that think discussing Eastenders is a substitute for living.
The very same wastes of flesh that dump work on me because they dont fancy it, then get offended when I take it back, drop it back on their desk and say "Dont do that."
Same with family members that decide to phone me at work with personal grief, and they feel like destroying my day so they feel better.
And a stupid ex-girlfriend that doesn't understand each email is a little, constant tap on the forehead I can ignore for so long.
Despite what you may think, I'm a tolerant, helpful person.
To a point.
Then I quietly say "Enough now" and get on with my own life/work/problems, except they follow behind bleating at me and tapping me on the shoulder.
Again, "Please leave me alone now, this is not a good time and I'm not interested"
Baaaaaa Baaaaaa Baaaaaa
"Be quiet"
Baaaaaa Baaaaaa Baaaaa
"Please leave me alone, I cant ask again"
Baaaaaa Baaaaaa Baaaaa
"#@%$ OFF"
"Ooooo, what's wrong with you"
Asking nicely to be left in peace doesn't work, it gets ignored and drowned out through the noise of their complaints about life.
It has to end with losing my temper, stopping short of punching them in the face repeatedly.
If people could just extend the courtesy of stop whinging about their problems long enough to realise my eyes have glazed over and I've gone somewhere else, then it'd be cool.
But they dont, it's always another email/call/moan and I have to sit here and take it, when I can feel myself losing control of my temper.
I'm going for a fag before I set somebody's soul on fire.
What Sheepy said, yeah.
Nothing I say is a personal attack on you or whatever blah de blah so try not to get peeved off with what I say sorry and all.
But, why do you even -need- to pretend you're listening to people? That's what I'm getting at. Maybe if you just told them to fook off then you wouldn't get so annoyed. Maybe.
But, why do you even -need- to pretend you're listening to people? That's what I'm getting at. Maybe if you just told them to fook off then you wouldn't get so annoyed. Maybe.
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