If you don’t know what I mean by that, then don’t ask. I don’t know myself. It sounds interesting though. I’ll try to figure it out soon.
What I do know is that people are full of surprises. And I’m not just talking about my little brother jumping out from behind the couch bearing two nurf guns and firing them simultaneously at my face, and then me rushing at him and tackling him to the floor, and then my youngest sister jumping off the couch onto my back, slightly hurting me, but hurting the little brother that is underneath me more.
I’m talking about people that you think you know, and that you think are very normal, but then turn out to be odd. But then again, what is odd? We’re all odd. Some more than others. Take me for example. I’m odd. Why? Just hang around me sometime. But then there’s this other person I know. I wouldn’t hang around him sometime, becaue he’s really, really odd. No, dear reader, “he” is not you. I don’t know who he is myself. He sounds interesting though. I’ll try to figure it out soon.
I’ve noticed I repeat myself alot. I’ve used repeating themes in a few of my posts this past week.
I’ve noticed I repeat myself alot. I’ve used repeating themes in a few of my posts this past week.
But anyway…I’ll return to what I was talking about before I got sidetracked with repeating things and giving extended examples. People are surprising. You think you know someone well but they come out and do something that seems completely out of character. For many people, you have to know someone a really long time and spend a lot of time with them before you can successfully predict how they’ll act all the time.
But yeah, everyone is odd, because they’re not like you. Almost everyone comes off as annoying sometimes. I’ve just noticed though, I get more annoyed with people who are randomly annoying than those who are predictably annoying. Some people you know that they’re going to be annoying, but others seem really nice and then jam some unexpected annoyingness down your throat. Why is this more annoying? I’m annoyed that I don’t know the answer…
But anyhow, enough of this. I’m beginning to randomly annoy myself by not saying anything cool and it’s starting to make me…well…yes. Annoyed.
I should use synonyms more often.
I shall therefore end my (and probably your) misery by leaving you with my lucubration of the day: Do you ever get annoyed with someone? As you can tell from this post, I do. But when I feel like killing someone, I have a little trick to calm myself down. I’ll go over to the person’s house and ring the doorbell. When the person comes to the door, I’m gone, but you know what I’ve left on the porch? A jack-o-lantern with a very sharp knife stuck in the side of its head with a note that says “You.” After that I usually feel a lot better, and no harm done.
All the comments about the ‘odd/annoying’ person make me think of myself, but we haven’t really hung out for two days so i think i’m safe since this is saturday’s post. If I’m not, I’ll look for the Jack-O-Lantern
In response to your apparent concern I’ll quote something I said in my post…
No, dear reader, “he” is not you.