No, I'm not talking about masturbation. Get your mind out of the gutter.
So my flatmate Michael, who is a lovely guy; the kind of guy who small birds occasionally land onto the shoulders of and sing; the kind of guy who occasionally does something really fucking evil and forgets to recycle an empty orange juice carton; the kind of guy whose only crime in life, if we can call it such, is to be a kind of well meaning, sedate sloth-like creature that contentedly brachiates along and occasionally falls out of its tree due to bouts of narcolepsy...
...so my lovely narcoleptic fuzzy flatmate Michael has a habit of walking up when I'm on my laptop in the lounge, and standing there. Saying nothing. Just patiently waiting for me to deign to notice his presence. This is probably considered to be polite by many of you, but personally it drives me insane. I'm of the opinion that if you want to talk, you can come up and say what you want to say. Or at least give me a 'hey dude, I have something to say so stop watching that idiotic 10 minute Youtube video on why Glenn Beck is the antichrist and give me your undivided attention, yo'.
So, yanno. Differing opinions on a trivial subject, one that I haven't communicated to Michael, and I hold him no ill will for doing what he thinks is polite. Which is why I probably shouldn't have chewed his head off this afternoon when he came up and hovered. But I did. So now I'm holed up in my room, because I think it's come to the point where I need some Lone Surly Dan Time. And the funny thing is, just being here by myself is already starting to make me feel a hell of a lot better. I think sometimes I just need to recharge my People Batteries or something.
Or possibly just try to be less of a bastard. You decide!
3 comments:
Is he autistic?
lols. No, there's nothing wrong with him. He's just quiet and polite.
I totally understand your reaction, I had a flatmate who would preface every anecdote or statement he wanted to make with a short utterance designed to get you to inquire about his story, rather than just spitting it out. For example, if he read something interesting he wanted to tell you about he'd say "wow, that's amazing" and then lapse into silence. In his mind it was now your job to inquire what was so amazing, and if you didn't he'd simply drop more and more such dialogue hooks, ad infinitum until you finally asked what the fuck was on his mind. He did this whenever he wanted to speak, about any subject, ever. He'd do it on the phone, even if he called me! Social oddities like this become really grating over time, and I think a grumpy outburst in response is pretty reasonable.
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