I wrote this down a couple of weeks ago in my notebook when I was trying to collect ideas I could write about. Seems I can be rude sometimes.
Have you ever had a conversation with someone where you realise that you really are repulsed by the bile escaping their mouth?
That every idea they have is so fucking simple that the conversation seems meaningless?
The things they worry about so minuscule and first world and ultimately so simple to solve that if they really wanted to be, they could be happy?
And to make matters worse, they're either too stupid or too self absorbed to pick up how fucking bored you are.
Have you ever had a conversation with someone where you realise that you really are repulsed by the bile escaping their mouth?
That every idea they have is so fucking simple that the conversation seems meaningless?
The things they worry about so minuscule and first world and ultimately so simple to solve that if they really wanted to be, they could be happy?
And to make matters worse, they're either too stupid or too self absorbed to pick up how fucking bored you are.
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