Well, I Don’t Hate You
There are people who don’t annoy me who annoy other people. Maybe I’m not fussy. Actually, I am. I take that back. I like you though.
There’s a guy I know who annoys people, but we get on OK. I can kind of see what it is that bugs other people about Allegedly Annoying Man, but I’m just not that bothered.
So now I’m doing this thing every time I see him to see what might bug me.
He’s eating an apple really fast - that’s kind of annoying.
He seems to more about anyone than I do when I bring someone’s name up - that grates a bit.
He never talks about his family - that’s slightly of odd.
But not really. I mean, it’s not enough for me to bring up the gripes with mutual friends the way they do with me. And I do do that - don’t get me wrong, I can be a jerk.
It’s like when you know someone and you really like them and other people can’t see it, they will start looking out for things on that person to like. It’s the opposite of that with me and Allegedly Annoying Man.
I think that’s why famous people have it made, because you’re already looking for what makes them appealing. Reese Witherspoon, OK? Great looking, and I’m thinking all kinds of things. But if I saw her on the train, I’d be like “she’s all right”, but that would be it.
I’d look twice, I’m not saying I wouldn’t, but I’d probably do this thing where I’d think I couldn’t sit next to her if there were other seats next to other people because she is attractive and it would look like I’d chosen to sit next to the pretty girl. I do that a lot, the not doing that, because sitting next to the pretty girl is so corny. It’s like walking in time with the beat or potting the black off two cushions.
So basically, if Reese calls, I’m busy.
Have a great weekend.
February 16th, 2007 at 11:30 am
I always sit in the line of sight of the pretty girl. Just in case you catch each others eye, and there is a resultant spark.
Not that this has ever happened in my 32 years of course, but it might, and by sitting behind her I could potentially be denying myself a quickie in a train toilet. Which would be silly.
February 16th, 2007 at 12:19 pm
“He never talks about his family - that’s slightly of odd”
No it’s not. Do you talk about your family? Do you think people (other than your closest friends and, uh, family) actually care deep down?
Actually I find people that talk endlessly about themselves and their family annoying.
February 16th, 2007 at 12:26 pm
Angry, you are one smooth fucker.
February 16th, 2007 at 7:59 pm
I wonder if there are pretty girls on trains and buses up and down the land wondering if they smell bad, or something, because noone (except Mr Angry) will set next to them. But yeah, sitting next to the pretty girl? Hard core corn.
I might go and eat an apple now, slowly.
February 16th, 2007 at 8:58 pm
Dr M - it is wierd seeing as I have kids, so the folks often talk about their kids to each other, but yeah, I don\’t bang on endlessly about them, and I watch out for signals of disinterest.
February 17th, 2007 at 12:25 pm
I could potentially be denying myself a quickie in a train toilet. Which would be silly.
You really could, you know. It happened to my little brother on the train back to London from Ramsgate. Or so he claims.