Please get the fuck over yourself. Last I checked society did not award you with a sheriff’s badge in the jurisdiction of conversations. While your commitment to this self- appointed superiority is impressive, I really just want to fling poo at your face until you shut up. I know its really hard to cope in a world where people are not your puppets to do your bidding and act in accordance with your standards of conduct, but somehow you’ll have to find a way to manage until we get their computer chips installed. At which point society still will not award you the remote control because we don’t let the batshit crazy have responsibility over their own lives let alone anyone else’s. So again, I know its hard to cope in a world where every individual has their own thoughts and feelings and motives operating outside of your own twisted perspectives but somehow, albeit just barely, 2 million years worth of humans have been born, survived, and died just fine without your superior intellect as their guide. And guess what? After you die there will be millions of more life forms on this planet that will make it through life just fine without your help. You know why? Because your helping is not helping. Your helping would have helped if you hadn’t called me names. Your helping would’ve helped if you had asked me to clarify what I meant by my statement because maybe, just maybe, and I know it's a far reach here, but maybe you misconstrued what I meant. In which case I could’ve rephrased the comment or retracted what I said altogether. Which I did even though your head rotated and you vomited bullshit all over the place. Oh and by the way, society would like to inform you that when a person humbly apologizes and then completely retracts what she said everyone moves onto other subjects. It is not an invitation to continue your little temper tantrum for another 2 hours. But then again, because I imagined flinging poo at your face; hypothetically aiming for your mouth hole I was quite entertained.
Yours Truly,
Immature
(Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction and any similarity between this and any conversation I have ever had is purely inspirational... I mean coincidental. But seriously this is an internal conversation I would like to have with at least 20 different people I've met throughout my life so it is fair of me to say this is not directed at any one individual. Unless that person is named indignant and then it is only inadvertently directed at you but only for the purposes of humour.)
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