So it may not be the most celebrated way of thinking in the 21st Century, what with the need to consider and respect and empathise, but I can't shake the belief that any way other than my way is incorrect. This may sound insanely selfish and narcissistic, but I'm sure everyone feels this way some time or other (Exhibit A - my self-assessed ability to assume the thoughts of over six billion people at any given time). Now don't get me wrong, I could not care less about the lives that strangers lead, but it's the impact of their irritating habits on me which I am left with, that makes my head go insane, like a dog chasing its own tail except that it's not a tail but a bomb which will inevitably explode and shower you with pus and sewer water.
So yes, to the person talking into their phone like a walkie talkie, you do look like an asshole, and no, it doesn't make things any clearer does it, because you still repeated your sentence more times than I could roll my eyes. And no, to the couple wearing matching black caps, T-shirts (presumably with some vomit-inducing barely-English phrase), white knee-length shorts and Crocs, you shouldn't be let through customs. To those people who stand unnecessarily close to you, with zero sense of perception and always a bad smell lingering about them, are you serious? And then there are the people. There are two kinds, and I really don't know which is worse. The ones who try to love what you love the way you love it, and always fall short by simply not having the capacity to appreciate it properly or overcompensating by trying to outdo you and make it their reason for life. Or the ones who couldn't care less; and they're the ones who you wish would, just once.
I think I'll leave my list of dislikes for another day (I've been compiling a list in my head and it's gotten longer than the Pacific Highway).
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