I was right.
Noisy relatives... jeez, honestly, they all practically disappeared and went to bed at 7pm. Then, about 7:15, the couple of them that were still out (in town or wherever) decided to ring up to tell them to pick them up. They were drinking, so couldn't drive themselves, of course. SO, the very moment as the first new Doctor Who episode started, everybody was home, awake and out of their rooms again, sitting at the dining room table... RIGHT NEXT TO THE COUCH WHERE THEY CAN QUITE CLEARLY SEE SOMEBODY (I wonder who that could possibly be?!) IS WATCHING TELEVISION!!!!!?!?!?!?
I never said a word. I never do. It doesn't seem the polite thing to do, telling everyone to go yammer away at each other SOMEWHERE ELSE like a bunch of chattering monkeys. Whereas talking LOUDLY at the table while somebody is trying to watch (AND listen to!) the TV is just the most perfectly polite thing to do...
God damn it, I'm too nice for my own damn good. I'm pathologically incapable of doing anything I'm afraid might hurt somebody's feelings! I must be crazy. >_<
But... Seriously!? Why the hell is everybody else so damned inconsiderate?! Bastards!
Every single time, I swear it's always the same. It's a curse.
I mean, just imagine: they sit and talk away in their loud voices as if they were yelling at each other across a lake, for the ENTIRE episode of Doctor Who. This isn't a small house, there's tons of room, so why...? WHY?! Every time?! The hell am I supposed to do? Keep turning the volume up? THEY JUST TALK LOUDER! Bastards.
Then, after the credits roll and I switch off the TV and return to the inner sanctum of my bedroom, everybody decides, like clockwork, that it's time to go to fucking bed! WHAT THE FUCK?!
I thought I would have to go watch it on the other TV out the back myself, of course, but then they all turned in at 7pm, like clockwork.
So, when they started yammering away in the dining room, I couldn't go watch it in the other room because one of the kids was sleeping out there... they didn't stay asleep for long though. I can't blame him, with the noise everyone else was making.
At least, after they had all gone to bed and I returned to the dark, silent lounge room, I got to see the start of this new Sinbad series, which I had never heard of until an advertisement before Doctor Who started. I thought they were just going to keep talking, so I wasn't going to bother trying to watch it and turned the TV off.
It's not bad, actually, this Sinbad. I quite enjoyed it, and look forward to seeing where the series goes. ^_^
6 years, 1 month ago
08 Sep 2012 13:33 CEST