Like every other person on this planet, I often find myself criticising others-not for anything trivial, you understand, but for that which grates on me more than anything else in this world: being inconsiderate and stupidity. If anything, I think they are intricately entwined. I know that some people are socially awkward and this has the consequence of their being inconsiderate; I, however, treat this much in the same way as I treat stupidity-it is within the same locus of people's control to read a book and increase their intelligence as it is to consider their place in this world and how their actions affect others. If they are incapable of reflecting on this all important principle, I feel they deserve the lambasting I accord them; after all, I could once be described as socially awkward and I worked relentlessly to better myself, thus producing the marvel of a man before you now. Ahem.
In spite of this, the other night I was drunkenly pulled up by a colleague for my treatment of the Ass-hat: evidently I had polluted my colleague's view of the poor boy and it was resultant of my tireless bitching on the subject. I couldn't help but feel the hypocrisy ooze from said colleague as only two hours previous she had seethingly criticised a fellow teacher whom she had once had the ill-fortune to share an apartment with. I said as much and then outlined the lengths to which I had attempted to befriend Ass-hat: ranging from buying him drinks in an attempt to socialise with him to inviting him for nights out in Moscow only to be repeatedly ignored; to putting up with his absolute inability to pick up on common social cues to listening to his self-aggrandising chat on an almost daily basis. All that and not complaining when his girlfriend stays over on a school night and decides that midnight is the most appropriate time to go for a shower. This wouldn't be that major a point to bitch about, until one learns that the bathroom is right next to my bedroom. As for his penchant for strutting around the apartment all the time with his top off and clothed only in a pair of pyjama bottoms, the less said the better.
I may not be the most patient of people in the world (even though I'm sure Mother Theresa would struggle in my situation), but I feel like I have turned every cheek on my body for this guy and I'm the one who gets the third degree. Yes-we're all on this world together and we need to find ways in order to live with each other's foibles, but why is it that some, like Ass-hat, can get away with doing fuck-all?
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| Pretty please, with sugar on top-close the fucking cupboard door now, Ringo. |
Way to make me seem like the dick, Ass-hat.
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"You're part of a league of morons. Oh yes. You see, you're one of the morons I've been fighting my whole life. My...whole...fucking...life."
-D.
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