Why are you still in my house?
-Me, every time this fucking guy is over here.
Seriously. Get the fuck out of my apartment.
That’s what I want to say, but I don’t. Because I’m a human being who cares (a little) about how other people feel. This guy’s nice enough, but… He talks too fucking much and too fucking loud. Like seriously dude, stop.
Do you have a friend like that? One who you kind of like as a person, but they just don’t know when you’re tired and want them to kindly get the fuck out of your space?
Where do we draw the line? When does it become OK to say, “OK dude, you’ve been here for 5 hours, go the fuck home before I get my gun and shoot one of us in the head”.
What about at parties when you’re talking to someone. You quickly realize you don’t give a fuck about anything this person is saying. They’re telling you about their ex-boyfriend or their bitch wife or their fucking stupid retail job. Like, I don’t give a fuck about your work drama. Nobody at your job even cares about your work drama. Don’t harsh my fucking chill with your work bullshit. When does it become OK to say, “Ok man, that’s cool, I gotta go now and talk to somebody else who’s not you.”?
For real though.
Somebody help me.