Let's continue bashing Dipshit...
He just returned home. Twas a blissful first 23-and-a-half hours of April. So in one fell swoop upon returning home, he's annoyed me on two levels. Yup, the phone. THE FUCKING CELL PHONE. So the first level is that he's on the phone at all. He's rapidly become one of these excruciatingly irritating fucking assholes (and you, dear reader, are very likely one of them, too) who simply cannot return home without the cell phone glued to his ear. Wait, there's actually THREE things irritating here. The second is the TIME...11:30pm...who the FUCK is he talking to, and what the FUCK is he talking about at this hour? I BEG OF YOU, JESUS, TELL ME WHAT IS SO IMPORTANT?!?!!?!!!?!?!?!? I'LL TELL YOU...NOTHING!! NOTHING!! FUCKING NOTHING!! ALL YOU PEOPLE ARE MISERABLY INSECURE, NEEDY FUCKS WHO HAVE ZERO IDEA HOW TO BE ALONE WITH YOUR OWN THOUGHTS!!AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!
Ok, I feel better. Just slightly. I'd feel my best if I could shove that cell phone down his fucking throat without prison time. So that third thing that pissed me off? The simple fact that Dumbass Fuckknob has ZERO idea that we live with other tenants as he proceeds to talk at the top of his lungs at 11:30pm up two flights of stairs. I CRINGE when I hear him doing this. I so yearn for another tenant to whip open their door and shame him with a tongue lashing to SHUT THE FUCK UP. No luck so far. And let's again be clear...TONS of people do this. TONS of people are so miserably devoid of respect for others as they drone on and on about NOTHING late at night as they enter their apartments where OTHERS also happen to live. Absolutely no awareness and no respect. NONE. You know, I often say how self-absorbed I am...and, well, I am. But not when it comes to manners and knowing how to act in society. NO ONE cares. I almost get teary the precious few times i'm with someone who expresses concern for the well-being of others.
So, yeah, Dipshit's home...and i'm counting the minutes till he's in bed and i'm mercifully free of his voice, giggles, movements, presence once again. To hammer home the point i'm making here, once he's in bed -- and it's very clear how much I loathe him, but I'll still do this -- I'll lower the TV, usually shut off some lights, and even TYPE SOFTER in consideration of his trying to sleep. I will be as QUIET as possible. I am AWARE he's another human in my presence and CONSIDER him. As usual, I'M the one thinking. When the FUCK do I get my award?
Ok, I feel better. Just slightly. I'd feel my best if I could shove that cell phone down his fucking throat without prison time. So that third thing that pissed me off? The simple fact that Dumbass Fuckknob has ZERO idea that we live with other tenants as he proceeds to talk at the top of his lungs at 11:30pm up two flights of stairs. I CRINGE when I hear him doing this. I so yearn for another tenant to whip open their door and shame him with a tongue lashing to SHUT THE FUCK UP. No luck so far. And let's again be clear...TONS of people do this. TONS of people are so miserably devoid of respect for others as they drone on and on about NOTHING late at night as they enter their apartments where OTHERS also happen to live. Absolutely no awareness and no respect. NONE. You know, I often say how self-absorbed I am...and, well, I am. But not when it comes to manners and knowing how to act in society. NO ONE cares. I almost get teary the precious few times i'm with someone who expresses concern for the well-being of others.
So, yeah, Dipshit's home...and i'm counting the minutes till he's in bed and i'm mercifully free of his voice, giggles, movements, presence once again. To hammer home the point i'm making here, once he's in bed -- and it's very clear how much I loathe him, but I'll still do this -- I'll lower the TV, usually shut off some lights, and even TYPE SOFTER in consideration of his trying to sleep. I will be as QUIET as possible. I am AWARE he's another human in my presence and CONSIDER him. As usual, I'M the one thinking. When the FUCK do I get my award?
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