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Apr. 27th, 2005 01:30 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
iceinyourmusicYou know how sometimes you come across a person, in your life, a person in your life, who is WRONG. Consistently, absolutely, invariably WRONG. Not a stupid person as such, because stupid people are like snowfall in April and other things one lives with and gets over, unless one has a talent for making bitter fun of people or things (which can make it entertaining) or is unusually unable to let things go (which can make it really irritating). But, you know, a smart enough, clever enough, even nice enough person who nevertheless insists on being WRONG. Whose every opinion is deliberately uninformed and narrow and generalized and holier-than-thou and the only truth on earth and WRONG. Who is so absolutely right about things that there's no point in pointing out that they're actually WRONG. Which leads to a situation where, whenever this person opens their mouth, all the times you've not said "BUT YOU'RE SO WRONG!" but stored it up inside your head turn into gongs and start gonging and banging so loud you can't even hear what the person is saying anymore. And then you have to bite your hand until you bleed just because they're so WRONG. (As an aside, it's surprising how often you're related to this person.) (And how this person never goes away.)
And there isn't necessarily anything else wrong about this person at all.
Those people.
They're the ones that annoy me.
ETA: [unrelated like ducks and eating grass in tents] The workpeople calling me on the phone just a minute ago and said please come do this mailing thing for us won't you, and I said yes, and they said this is how it works, and I said yes, and they said oh you have experience of this now don't you, and I said yes. Money and order into life again, tho sometimes one wonders what it might be like to know what one is and isn't doing just a week or two in advance.
Can't have everything, can't -
And there isn't necessarily anything else wrong about this person at all.
Those people.
They're the ones that annoy me.
ETA: [unrelated like ducks and eating grass in tents] The workpeople calling me on the phone just a minute ago and said please come do this mailing thing for us won't you, and I said yes, and they said this is how it works, and I said yes, and they said oh you have experience of this now don't you, and I said yes. Money and order into life again, tho sometimes one wonders what it might be like to know what one is and isn't doing just a week or two in advance.
Can't have everything, can't -
