Let me paint you the picture;
I’m very tired, haven’t slept properly in a week,
I’ve just been through this bulls~~~ and I’ve traveled over 100 miles by train and I’m still not at the end of my journey. It’s late at night, I’m hoping to catch a few Z’s on the last train home when Chatty McDrunk sits down across the isle from me…
Does this train go to (station whatever)
I’m not certain
there’s only one line to that station though isn’t there?
I don’t know you’ll have to check the sign or ask a conductor
you been working?
could say
could say you’ve been working? what kind of work?
… (I’m ignoring him at this point because my c~~~ compass was pointing in his direction)
been out drinking, havin’ a few drinks with friends?
…
(asks about 5 more questions or says a few more things I don’t even remember but he will not stop talking to me and I want to f~~~ing sleep)
No offense but I’m not in the mood for talking right now.
not in the mood for talking? why?
that would be talking wouldn’t it?
you don’t like socializing?
nope.
(something unintelligible drowned out by the announcer as the train starts to move)
(I put my hood up, get comfy and start to try to sleep)
The carriage is nice and quiet, just the dull roar of the engine and wind – white noise, the perfect lullaby.
Then the drunk starts to crush a can of pop, slowly, like he’s playing with it or something. It’s kinda noisy and keeping me awake, but I can kind of tune it out…
Then I hear the can fall to the floor, then I hear it fall to the floor again, then again, and again, and again, and again, and so on.
I open my eyes and sneak a sidelong glance at the drunk- he has moved to the seat nearest to me, and is picking up and dropping the can, as close to me as he can reach from across the isle. I watch him do this once more, then get up and walk to another carriage, now certain that he was doing it deliberately to keep me awake… but, boy, am I glad I listened to my gut and told that c~~~ “no”. Here’s the moral of the story:
That drunk looked like a perfectly normal guy (apart from being drunk, which was my first warning sign), he seemed perfectly innocuous, friendly, but just imagine if I’d been nice, and let this c~~~ into my life for even a millisecond. Imagine if we’d gotten talking when I didn’t want to talk, he would have seemed like an ordinary friendly guy- BUT HE F~~~ING WASN’T. He was a time bomb. Because even when I’m blind drunk I’d never do something so passive aggressive and spiteful as what he did.
So, in conclusion I’m glad I told this c~~~ “no” and saw what he was really like, before I let him in my life for more than a minute, to possibly do even worse damage. It was one minute too long.
I repeat this here;
The cost of having a c~~~, male or female, in your life in any significant way, far outweighs the cost of telling them to f~~~ off and die.
IF YOU GET EVEN THE TINIEST WHIFF, THE MEAGEREST HINT, THAT SOMEONE IS A COMPLETE C~~~ (FEMALE OR MALE) – CUT THEM OUT OF YOUR LIFE IMMEDIATELY, GET ALL YOUR STUFF AND GET THE F~~~ OUT AS SOON AS HUMANLY POSSIBLE.
Putting up with them for even a second, for ANY perceived positive goal or outcome, is not worth the pain and misery they will cause you in the long run.
HEED MY WORDS OR YOU WILL REGRET IT.
Cthulhu 2 years, 1 month ago.
