Well, I DIDN'T have a problem before you spoke to me...!
I swear, the next time some completely random stranger accosts me in the street - while I'm wearing headphones no less - in order to a) tell me to "smile", b) throw some completely random remark at me (like the bloke this morning who shouted "don't have a hard day at the office!" at me while I was waiting for the bus - what?), or c) tell me about God - I am going to buttonhole the fucker.
And I am going to say, why me? What the hell am I projecting that makes you feel that you need to interrupt me when I am obviously both deep in thought[1] and listening to music, in order to say something that you probably think is funny/clever/important but that is going to have no effect on me other than to put a dent in my day by annoying the fuck out of me (and, if I was thinking about stories as I often am, making you into the bloke from Porlock). And whoever this hapless asshole is, I am not going to let them get away until they tell me why the fuck people feel the need to behave like this!
Dear friendslist - do you have any idea why this shit happens to me?
[1]Oh, wait, the kind of person who feels it incumbent upon them to critique a stranger's facial expressions in the street has likely never been deep in thought in their lives, so probably doesn't realise I'm not drowning. *grrr*
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Excuse me, rant over. In happier things, it's a really gorgeous day today and I have a gig later on. ^_^ I really shouldn't let the sheepish masses get to me like this, no matter how misanthropic I may have been feeling for the last few weeks.
How are you guys?
Laters,
Rath
And I am going to say, why me? What the hell am I projecting that makes you feel that you need to interrupt me when I am obviously both deep in thought[1] and listening to music, in order to say something that you probably think is funny/clever/important but that is going to have no effect on me other than to put a dent in my day by annoying the fuck out of me (and, if I was thinking about stories as I often am, making you into the bloke from Porlock). And whoever this hapless asshole is, I am not going to let them get away until they tell me why the fuck people feel the need to behave like this!
Dear friendslist - do you have any idea why this shit happens to me?
[1]Oh, wait, the kind of person who feels it incumbent upon them to critique a stranger's facial expressions in the street has likely never been deep in thought in their lives, so probably doesn't realise I'm not drowning. *grrr*
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Excuse me, rant over. In happier things, it's a really gorgeous day today and I have a gig later on. ^_^ I really shouldn't let the sheepish masses get to me like this, no matter how misanthropic I may have been feeling for the last few weeks.
How are you guys?
Laters,
Rath