I’m annoyed at myself
Posted on Thursday, May 31, 2007Did you ever know anyone who soils all that he touches?
I know somebody like that. It’s a personality disorder that has no cure and we should recognise that such people have a serious problem. In the case of the person I’m thinking of, this problem has blighted his entire life, costing him friendships, family and ultimately denying him any form of happiness.
However.
There’s a limit to my charity. There’s a limit to how much I can feel sorry for somebody.
I went out tonight, and I had a very nice evening among friends. Very nice and relaxed. Gemütlich, as the Germans say, but now I’m annoyed at myself, because, as we were leaving, I allowed a very limited man indeed to get under my skin.
Did you ever do that? Did you ever rise to the bait of some fool who thrives on disharmony? Well, that’s what I did tonight and, as I said, I regret it. Not because I told him to fuck off, or called him a hundred different insulting names. No. He is all of those things and less.
I’m annoyed because, for that brief moment, I allowed myself to become as stunted as he is.
I became, for a brief moment, as poor a man as he is.
Did you ever do that? It was a real eye-opener and it gave me an insight into the pain such people must be feeling. On the positive side, unlike this poor devil, at least I can walk away from it tomorrow.
Stumble it!
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May 31st, 2007
What are you going on about? Was he homeless and hassling you?
May 31st, 2007
Homeless? No - just a fucking fool I should know better than to bother about. As I said, I’m annoyed at myself.
May 31st, 2007
I’m not always known for my calm temper, so yes, I have done the same as you. And…I usually regret it the next day. It sucks.
May 31st, 2007
Just when you think it’s safe to go into a pub, some fucking useless fucking tosser slags off your welding skills.
May 31st, 2007
Ah, so that’s why you’re up at this hour, traipsing around the blogs like a digital tomcat. Too angry to sleep.
May 31st, 2007
wow, primal..you noticed that too? aww bock, sugar..it happens..but as you said…you know what you did and it won’t happen again…the other bastard hasn’t a clue..they never do
May 31st, 2007
Don’t let it get to ya Bock, at least you recognised what happened.
May 31st, 2007
Thank God, Allah, Krishna and assembled dieties that due to circumstances beyond my control but outlined to you earlier Bock I was delayed and unable to attend last night’s session. I avoided witnessing the the Bockplosion. For visitors to the site who have not witnessed such events I can assure all the scene must have been mighty ugly, blood on the floor!
May 31st, 2007
Generally in that situation someone has to get rid of the person, (by get rid of I mean get them to leave you alone, nothing more permanent!). I brought my underage rugby team over to the UK this year, and myself and one of the parents were having a “debriefing session” at the residents bar one of the nights, when a young pissed guy attached himself to the table and started to be a total asshole. Subtle hints weren’t working. So it was either give the night up as a bad job, or tell him to go fuck himself. Luckily the parent was an exGAA player, so he knew how to communicate in a direct manner.
May 31st, 2007
I witnessed said event and I don’t think that there is any reason at all for you to be annoyed at yourself. The idiot in question is an idiot and you called him on his idiocy and many other character traits. You didn’t overstate and you didn’t equivocate. You told him like it is and I for one was impressed. I loved it when he called you a “nerd”. Ha, class. You should seriously think about piracy.
May 31st, 2007
Knowing exactly how you feel and there isn’t anything worse…. except holding in the venom and letting it vegitate until the bile takes over. I would rather blow any day, just cowardly I fear. Fuck the begrudgers, gosh that feels good.
May 31st, 2007
I wouldn’t feel too bad if I were you. Also, don’t feel that you’ve got some insight into how the idiot mind works or that you reckon you may feel some of the ‘pain’ that an idiot may be feeling. In my experience of idiots (which is, unfortunately, extensive) I believe they are completely oblivious to their idiot status and, generally, feel that everybody else is wrong rather than them. This is why they are idiots.
May 31st, 2007
After you got out of the cab, the driver described the idiot and asked me if we were talking about the same guy. I confirmed his suspicions and he went on to quite vociferously agree that the man is an idiot and pointed out several unfortunate experiences to back up his claims. Don’t give it another thought, Bock.
May 31st, 2007
Ah look. Venting is all healthy and good every now and then. Especially if you’re venting at a knob-head.
June 1st, 2007
F.I.D.O.(Fuck It,Drive On!) Bock.There’s nothing a knob-head like that loves more than bringing everyone else down to his/her gutter of misery.
Good for you is what I say and as the Cap’n says you shouldn’t give it another thought.