...To complain to strangers they don't know about relationships they make up? Yesterday I was trying to play a game; tried to enjoy it with the few friends I have left in that game's community. There I am almost universally known as the person who literally couldn't care less about peoples' problems. And it's mostly true--I get tired of hearing the incessant whining of thirteen year olds who dare to say they, A: Have a clue as to what relationships mean and B: Believe their situation is special and unique and they're the only person who could feel "so bad".
See, my problem with this all isn't that they feel they need somebody to talk to and come to me; my problem lies within the manner that they do it. One guy asked me for tips in the game--how to move faster, to be precise. I gave him some hints and was about to slap him on the bum and send him on his way when he said: "Yeah, my ex rlly screwd up my life,".
Shit like that drives me insane. I don't know why, exactly, but the "Pissed off" level skyrockets when people who obviously aren't of the age to have any true "exes" use the terminology.
Now, as usual, I didn't say anything, in hopes that he'd leave me alone. I'm all for helping people out when they need a hand, but something about the manner in which he brought it up made me want to put my fist through a wall. Not because this particular instance upset me the most, but more so because this has happened to me at least a dozen times, and it seems like a cruel mockery of something far more deep and complicated than any pubescent child's mind could grasp.
He didn't leave me alone. He proceeded to tell me all about his "gf" and how she'd "left him for another man". I could smell the fecal matter he was creating when he tried to tell me she was a swinger and that she was "still the most loyal person in the world,".
I tried to tell him that sex produces some of the hormones that are responsible for emotional attachment, and that it was no bloody wonder she ditched him.
"Naw, mehn, she wasnt like that," was his reply.
I would be lying if I said I didn't /facepalm in front of the monitor.
By the end of the night, I wanted to strangle him. He wouldn't shut up and kept babbling on about this bimbo he said he was "in love with". I asked if he could describe her and his detailed reply was: "Tall, blonde with big boobs,".
I've dealt with this before over the years. But I swear this made my ire rise higher than the Empire State Building.
So, I'll ask again: Why do people feel the need to broadcast their emotional status and trumpet their either fictional or just plain annoying relationships?
See, my problem with this all isn't that they feel they need somebody to talk to and come to me; my problem lies within the manner that they do it. One guy asked me for tips in the game--how to move faster, to be precise. I gave him some hints and was about to slap him on the bum and send him on his way when he said: "Yeah, my ex rlly screwd up my life,".
Shit like that drives me insane. I don't know why, exactly, but the "Pissed off" level skyrockets when people who obviously aren't of the age to have any true "exes" use the terminology.
Now, as usual, I didn't say anything, in hopes that he'd leave me alone. I'm all for helping people out when they need a hand, but something about the manner in which he brought it up made me want to put my fist through a wall. Not because this particular instance upset me the most, but more so because this has happened to me at least a dozen times, and it seems like a cruel mockery of something far more deep and complicated than any pubescent child's mind could grasp.
He didn't leave me alone. He proceeded to tell me all about his "gf" and how she'd "left him for another man". I could smell the fecal matter he was creating when he tried to tell me she was a swinger and that she was "still the most loyal person in the world,".
I tried to tell him that sex produces some of the hormones that are responsible for emotional attachment, and that it was no bloody wonder she ditched him.
"Naw, mehn, she wasnt like that," was his reply.
I would be lying if I said I didn't /facepalm in front of the monitor.
By the end of the night, I wanted to strangle him. He wouldn't shut up and kept babbling on about this bimbo he said he was "in love with". I asked if he could describe her and his detailed reply was: "Tall, blonde with big boobs,".
I've dealt with this before over the years. But I swear this made my ire rise higher than the Empire State Building.
So, I'll ask again: Why do people feel the need to broadcast their emotional status and trumpet their either fictional or just plain annoying relationships?