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I'm ready to go back to my nice, quiet, padded cell now please.
I am tired of dealing with people.
People who never have anything happy to say, and have to share all of their of their problems with me. People who are overly needy and say that they never get to see me or talk to me, but who I see everyday, and who call me at night to talk to me.
People who are obsessively concerned with my health, physically and mentally, who every time I see them ask me what's wrong? am I too stressed? what did I eat today? I look tired, sallow, or too thin.
People who tell me al about what other people have done, the bad things about those I have never met, or even care about. Why would it matter to me if your cousin's sister-in-law is having an affair? Or that your roommate's ex's mother's grandfather was in a car accident and lost his right eye.
I'm tired of listening to people rant about politics, never asking my opinion and not listening even if I give it.
Of people, who complain again and again about having to write 5 or 7 papers before finals, when they should have started weeks ago, and they still haven't even begun writing.
People who refuse to be happy with who they are and are always criticising themselves, constantly needing approval and wanting to be flattered, but at the same time never accepting genuine compliments.
People who are just plain mean and can never say anything nice about anybody at all.
I want to have a normal conversation, without conflict, without such horrible negativity.
I am so tired one-sided conversations where all I can do is sit and listen to people vent or try to come up with new way to cheer the other person up.
And so I am running away, leaving all the sad, sorry people to bemoan their depressing existences--my own mind is far better company and I would rather be left to my own thoughts.