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I Can’t With People

Thursday, December 17th, 2009

Do you ever feel like the whole of society is conspiring against you to piss you off? Yeah, me too. I try to be patient and tolerant, but everybody’s got their limit before they snap and start sucker punching anyone who glances in their direction. I feel I am reaching that point people. And when I break, it will all be society’s fault.

Here are a few things that a rapidly pushing me to the brink:

Typing like a pre-schooler

A person I went to school with added me on Facebook on Monday. We weren’t friends in school, but you know you only add school people to see how much weight they gained and what state their life is in. Just me? Moving on. Well, the girl likes to do a lot of status updates and her way of typing is so bad, at first glance I didn’t even think it was English. typin lyk dis wen ur 28 iz totly ridikulus. What the hell is that shit? I made it through 24 hours before I deleted her. I think I should be commended for that.

Lateness

Always a pet peeve of mine, as I get older, my tolerance for it has all but completely gone down the crapper. I went to a birthday dinner a few weeks ago. The start time was 7.30pm. This had been repeated through numerous Facebook and text messages. So why did some girl roll up to the restaurant at 9.30pm?  What possible chain of events can lead to you being two hours late for a party you’ve known about for weeks? No, it’s not funny, it’s not cute, it’s not a case of ‘oh, that’s just so-and-so, she’s always late’ – it’s just muthaeffin’ RUDE. So rather than copping an attitude with the wait staff, I suggest you sit down, order your food and shut the hell up. Please and thank you.

Rudeness

After my hair appointment yesterday, I went to catch the bus. As I’m crossing the street, I see my bus at the stop. Someone was getting on, paying, so I saw I had plenty of time to get to it. I’m about 6ft from the bus when the driver closes the doors. I figure he hadn’t seen me. I knocked on the door. He ignored me. I knocked again. Nothing. A girl on the bus, standing next to the driver, saw this and knocked on the pane of glass that stops the driver getting bitch slapped every two minutes. I saw her knock on it and say ‘there’s a girl there who wants to get on’. He ignored her too and pulled out into traffic. Excuse me, what kind of bullshit is that?! Aside from the fact that I’d just had my hair done and he happily left me standing there in the rain, how hard was it for him to just open the frikkin’ doors? Technically, he was still at the bus stop. Where is your motherbitchin’ Christmas spirit, you prick?!

See, I can’t with people. It’s like they want to see me lose it. Don’t test me! Come on society – pull your socks up!

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