i don't understand people. They accuse me of things and think they've figured me all out, and while they may have their facts straight at times, they're conclusions are completely wrong. If I question the conclusions, they accuse me of making excuses for myself and that I live in the denial of the truth. Something of a bitter irony. While I don't give the first fuck about what people think about me doing something or why I do it.
I find it really irritating, that they keep jumping to conclusions, I'm unable to comprehend their chain of thought reaching it. it's so bizarre they think, they know what they are talking about. it's so tiresome trying to argue. If people are going to dislike like me, I really wish they'd do it for something that's actually true. That I can comprehend and proceed to not give a fuck. But disliking me, for their baseless reasons made up in their arrogance of the delusion they understand me. It's so pathetic.
If my mind wasn't getting preoccupied all the time trying to figure out what the fuck they were thinking, and giving me a headache in the process, this would be such a non-issue.
On the bright side, if people are going to be that pathetic, it at least shows their true colours. Saves you the trouble of having to give the first fuck about them henceforth.
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30 May 2012 14:59 CEST
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