It’s surprising how many times we can get mad at one person. It can happen over and over again with certain kinds of people – because they just don’t get WHY it’s happening, nor do they seem to feel the need to look beyond their own noses for answers.
When it gets to the point where just the sight of the person annoys you so that you want to hit a wall, you know it’s time for some MAJOR space between you and them. Unfortunately, sometimes it’s not possible.

I think I’ve mentioned to most people that I heard once that the sign of a stupid person is when they deign to say “I’m bored.” It is up to each person to entertain themselves and when you can not think of something to fill your time, you know something is seriously wrong with you (or them). Or rather, you should.

It is a sad sad fact that many people don’t seem to understand this bordering limit between intelligence and disgusting stupidity. People with the signs of having capacity for higher mental thought end up using it on deciding which shoes to buy or whether they can afford a night out to find a potential shag. It’s shocking that so much of the world seems to fit in to this category, my own acquaintances included.

You see the problem from far away – a person you thought you shared interests with no longer does and you no longer speak of things that are of any interest or consequence to you. This would be fine, if they only realized it themselves. Instead of just appreciating the friendship from a new distance in respect to any history you have, they persist in trying to spend as much time as possible with you, leading to the breakdown of your feelings towards the friend. Sometimes it’s just not possible to talk about frivolous relationships, cute men and the ignorance of the wait staff for that long.
More to the point, though more than likely it isn’t true (then again, who really knows?), you begin to feel like every second spent in that person’s company destroys x number of precious brain cells, a depleting source I might add, and you begin to wonder why you are allowing them to command so much of your time in the first place.

You give them thousands of hints as to what is wrong and they don’t get a single one. When you physically stop talking to them and ignore them for days, you’d think they get the point? No. When spending time with said friend, you look at other friends and they know and feel your pain, and yet their hints too are not enough. And when a friend manages to tell said person straight out that their worlds are too different to be friends, said person seems to have forgotten it by the next morning. Talk about eternal sunshine and spotless minds. It’s like living in 50 first dates, except it’s 50 days from hell.

I used to laugh at the blog of a person who every day documented one thing their annoying flatmate did that just drove them up the wall. Now I understand the desperation that one can be driven to in order to vent the frustration that builds up at every nerve ending. Sometimes I think I’ll be driven to paralysis from it.

Now I know.

When the creak of a sofa is enough to send you in to fits and you want to take that perfectly good sofa and toss it off the highest rooftop, you know something is wrong.

Now what do I do about it?