You know that feeling of being irritated at someone to the point where you almost can't stand them -- but having to be nice to them at the same time? There have been millions of occasions where I myself am overwhelmed by how horrible this feeling is. How judgemental it makes me. How you aren't supposed to feel like this. Yet I do. And I don't think there's a single person who hasn't felt this way before. Except Mother Theresa.
It's like that time I first met this insanely annoying (to me, at least) person. Let me remind you that this was the first time I've ever talked to her in my life. The usual greetings were exchanged and yada yada yada. Suddenly she asked me a question which, in my opinion, should be asked only if you have proof or have known the person for at LEAST a month.
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"Are you a lesbian?"
I didn't know whether to laugh or to just stone.
I replied her, no, to which she proceeded to say in a rather 'I-don't-believe-you-no-matter-what-you-say-for-I'm-a-million-times-better-than-you' type manner which I hate;
"Yeah meh? My friend ____ said you are, wor. She says she knows you."
*name censored for privacy. or maybe i should just state it out here for future confrontation purposes
Again I just stoned. Didn't I already answer you? And who in the world is this ridiculous person ____ ? Apparently, you know me? I don't even know what your face looks like let alone would I confide in you if I was a lesbian! Goodness, so what if I'm lesbian? Like it would matter to you (the person who asked me that weird question). Are you actually afraid I would lunge at you in a lesbian, sexual manner? I have better taste la, please. *rolls eyes*
Where in heaven's name did you learn social etiquette from? I think even the fleas on a stray dog knows better than you.
Gosh, I'm just so annoyed by these breed of people.
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