Ok, before I say anything, if there's such a thing as menstruation for guys, then I am on it; I call this androstruation. What this means is that I am cranky (or maybe more cranky than usual), and although this can not be used as an excuse for my volatility, I don't really give a care for negativity of others or the lack of certain social structures in some people that impede them from having at least a successful semi-conversation with others. For some subtlety, I'm going to keep anonymous the names of the cretins, or as they'll be called as of now, idiots (more original nicknames coming soon). Let's start with cretin 1, who I call "Comeback" which as you will see will be an ironic term.
So today is a friend's birthday. It's supposed to be a jovial day, a day of celebration, blah blah one can outline the cultural implications of such a day. So anyways, I'm a neat freak. Friends brought pizza, cake, and who knows what, and it's fine! They made a mess on the floor due to their poor habits of mastication that leads to ingestion and so forth, AKA eating; it's alright! Just hoping they clean up after themselves because really... they are pigs (no offense, pigs are much cleaner). So they bring in this oversized hallmark card so that everyone can sign and stuff. So I take out my stylo (that I like very much because despite poor penmanship it always alleviates that problem slightly), and then many others started to use it and pass it around. That's not the issue. The issue is that I just made a comically sarcastic comment on how some people tend to use articles or materials that belong to others without permission of the original owner. It was of course a joke, since if the thing is being passed around, of course you won't be expecting being asked permission for its use each time it's being used; it's not practical. However, at that time the user was Comeback, and he riposted with an auditively illegible comment (although no matter what he says, no one really understands) where a certain phrase was heard (will be censored for this rant). I continued my comment, and he repeated the statement even more loudly and annoyingly. I refrained from continuing, no need to waste my breath, especially since I'm this cranky. Tu as été plus efficace quand tu ne parle pas. Si tu parle non-sens encore, personne ne veux pas parler avec toi. Tais-toi!
The second person, who I will not nickname, just happened to make a comment post-event. Si tu as un problème avec mes goûts, l'office n'est pas une radio; tu peux aller. Tu es mon ami, et comme je suis grincheux, ignorant la question.
So many bitchy people make me bitchy! Calm down geez! If you can't take a joke, swallow some valium. Bring some rainbows to the world, or at least to your heightened sensed self lol.
*Off the soapbox*
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