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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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Apologies for my non-serious reply but meh.
Yes
Simple solution is to ignore them... or gently fade away from them... so eventually they'll stop turning to you.
Or when they talk just kick them in the shin and then they'll think you're crazy and never talk to you again.
Simple solution is to ignore them... or gently fade away from them... so eventually they'll stop turning to you.
Or when they talk just kick them in the shin and then they'll think you're crazy and never talk to you again.
This is nothing to do with "people dont like me", this is to do with having to restrain myself from attacking people.
It's a vent.
I dont care whether anybody likes me or not. What I care about is mindless blah blah from people that I have to pretend to listen to, when all I want to do is stab them in the eyes.
Am I expressing myself well enough?
It's a vent.
I dont care whether anybody likes me or not. What I care about is mindless blah blah from people that I have to pretend to listen to, when all I want to do is stab them in the eyes.
Am I expressing myself well enough?
I've given up talking to people that I don't know well
" Good Morning "
" No actually... the bus was late, then my umbrella wouldn't work and my hair was messed up and Joe Blogs didn't text me last night and I was like soooooo oh my god "
Nobody likes me anymore... you're in a band so stop whinging.
Life sucks, wear a helmet. Oh like soooo whatever like he said dude
" Good Morning "
" No actually... the bus was late, then my umbrella wouldn't work and my hair was messed up and Joe Blogs didn't text me last night and I was like soooooo oh my god "
Nobody likes me anymore... you're in a band so stop whinging.
Life sucks, wear a helmet. Oh like soooo whatever like he said dude
There's this battle I fight which is simular to this. It's "feel you are above these people" or "Feel equal to them". I often end up making myself feel equal to them, or lower, and it drives me mad.
The average person bores me. People who have their own troubles and blame everyone else. People who are jealous of others and try to bring them down because of it. Anyone I can classify, basically.
People who really haven't made a real difference in this world. You know? How many people could have their guardian angel visit them as they were about to commit suicide and show them a REAL change in the world? How many lives are better, how many people are happier for your being?
I am sure, personally, I have made a hundred different people smile, maybe more. Some of those people I make smile on man occassions... not because they're polite, but because they enjoy my company.
You've made me smile craploads of times, Goaty. You've wrote things on here that have changed the way people see themselves, the way they think. Hell, believe it or not, if it wasn't for you, I'd have never met Katie.
So don't lose your temper over a bunch of averages. And what's more, don't feel as if you have to just sit there and smile. Don't lay crap into them, but speak your mind.
The average person bores me. People who have their own troubles and blame everyone else. People who are jealous of others and try to bring them down because of it. Anyone I can classify, basically.
People who really haven't made a real difference in this world. You know? How many people could have their guardian angel visit them as they were about to commit suicide and show them a REAL change in the world? How many lives are better, how many people are happier for your being?
I am sure, personally, I have made a hundred different people smile, maybe more. Some of those people I make smile on man occassions... not because they're polite, but because they enjoy my company.
You've made me smile craploads of times, Goaty. You've wrote things on here that have changed the way people see themselves, the way they think. Hell, believe it or not, if it wasn't for you, I'd have never met Katie.
So don't lose your temper over a bunch of averages. And what's more, don't feel as if you have to just sit there and smile. Don't lay crap into them, but speak your mind.
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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