No. Really. I don't.
I've made this determination.
When I speak, others talk over me. Yes, that's incredibly rude. Yes, it happens all the time. No, they don't know they're doing it.
It just seems that, for what it's worth, what I'm saying at the time has no bearing on the other person's life whatsoever. They just speak over me. And, being the guy that I am, I stop talking and listen.
Is it really that fucking hard? I mean, seriously. I can do it for you. Why can't you just shut your cock-slot for 5 fucking minutes so I can get this little story out of my head? You will never have to hear it again! I promise! But if you don't stop flapping those beef curtains you call lips, you will never hear what I have to say.
Granted, I know you really don't care. I've probably told this story a hundred times. But, you've never heard it. You weren't there. It's gets better by the end! Trust me!
Oh, well. I guess I'll just sit back and be the responsible and appropriate one, why you go on being the inconsiderate fool.
And yet, I am the one who looks foolish for just allowing you to do this. Well, no more. Next time, I'm going to keep telling my story.
And if you give me one dirty look for doing the exact same thing you are doing.... Well, I'm not going to be fazed. I'll just keep on going so you can see what it looks like to be talking to a bag of dicks.
Oh, you'll probably complain at some point. Most likely when it happens the 3rd time or so. You might even ask my why I'm being so rude. At this point, I get to lay into you, and use my brain ninja skills to fuck up your head.
"What do you mean? I wasn't interrupting you!"
"Yes, you were! I was talking, and you just kept saying something..."
Well, now it's apparent that the "Logic Train" doesn't stop in your world. So I'll either let it go, or explain it to you in small words, so as to be easier to understand.
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