11/03/07
misjudged your limits, pushed you too far. -
Categories: My Landlady's pushing to find out who's going to be staying in the flat next year. It's time for me to move out. I did want to stay, it's cheap and it's easy for university, plus I'm lazy and I've never been able to find myself a new place to live. In fact, over the last ten years I've lived in no fewer than 8 places, and I've never been the one who's done the organising about finding a flat and moving in.
I spent a portion of Thursday trying to convince myself that I'm popular and easy to get on with, that I don't go being unreasonable about things any more. Having listened to my positive thinking tape was helping. Right up until I realised that I don't have that many friends at university. And those that I do already have houses sorted out for next year. So I was trying to figure out who to live with.
Turns out I'm not as popular as I thought. Never mind though, at least I'm not one of these mental people prone to exploding over insignificant stuff.
So the LGBT night out was ok, it was fun to spend time with some of my previous partner's friends who I'd not seen and missed whilst everything's been up in the air this last couple of months.
I was in a silly mood all night and was bouncy and happy and silly until we got down to the Limelight for the pub quiz.
Sarah was messing about saying she didn't want me on her team. But we ended up on the same team anyway, it was one of the easiest pub quizzes I've ever been to. Though it did seem like I was the only one answering questions. I let my other team mates answer the round on the Simpsons as it was the only one that they knew most of the answers for, even then Sarah managed to get one wrong "what is the name of The Simpson's cat?" Of course it's "Snowball II" not just "Snowball" as Sarah had written and I'd not checked.
Anyway at the end we did a picture round where we had to name the films from the pictures we were given.
And this is where I was proved wrong about my over reacting to things. Even now I can feel my blood boiling over this.
One of the pictures was from the film "Raiders of the lost Ark" I know that one because it had the picture of the Nazi who gets the thing burned into his hand on it.
So that's what I put down for my answer.
The team who were marking our paper, who are made up of other members of staff marked that as wrong in the marking because Naomi who runs the quiz when giving the answers at the end said "and the last one's Indiana Jones, you can have the point if you've said any of those films"
They marked it wrong. I calmly pointed it out to them. They called me stupid and said I'd missed out the most important bit of the title. I said I hadn't as the picture was from the first film in the trilogy, the film called Raiders of the Lost Ark. They said it wasn't called that it was called "Indiana Jones and the Raiders of the Lost Ark" That "Raiders of the lost ark" was the subtitle. I told them that it wasn't and that they were just being really petty. They called me stupid again and suggested that it's like Starwars Episode IV being called "A New Hope", I pointed out that it wasn't, though by this time I was furious. The first released Star Wars film was just called Star Wars on it's original release. It only became "Episode IV: A new Hope" when it was re-released in Cinemas after The Empire Strikes back had been green lighted.
Their lack of knowledge in relation to the films of the Hollywood Movie brats was shocking but above all infuriating. I'd got the question right and they weren't accepting that, and no matter how I tried to reason they did that thing that the semi-retarded do where they accuse you of being thick whilst they can't actually win the argument. I've never argued with four of them at once before. One's usually enough to set off a panic attack.
I'd had enough, especially as none of my so called friends were backing me up any, instead telling me to calm down. The thought of knocking the much older almost paeodphile-esque member of the group off his chair with the empty Magner's bottle that was on the table, before putting my foot ot his throat and treatening him with the broken bottle until his team gave me the point for being correct floated through my mind.
But that would have made me look crazy. Instead I got my stuff together and headed out of there past the fat, ugly and stupid team, the team whose lives have reached the top of their bell curve. The best they'll ever achieve is pulling pints in a rock club in Crewe, I should be feeling sorry for them, instead they sat there laughing and sneering at me.
As I reached the bathroom stall, it was too much the anger, and the frustration at my inability to prove that I was in the right and that they were wrong was too much. I puked and puked until my stomach was empty, and then I felt better.
See up until that point I'd been having a great evening, I'd been able to prove to Sarah that I'm not that much of a cunt, that I'm not as crazy as I've been in the past, that maybe we should carry on being friends, and then because of this it'd all collapsed again. She thought I was a mental.
Even my protestation that it was just like when I was 7 and Lucy Dyke said I'd stolen her beef burger and I got into trouble at school, and I hadn't I didn't even like the one I had for lunch let alone steal hers, and Mrs Bennett should have known that, I did tell her I quite clearly said to her that I didn't like it. Instead I got told off for lying, and I never.
you shouldn't wake in the morning with your head full of anger and replaying that situation over and over in your mind, figuring out how you could have taken down four people one by one in as short a time as possible, with near lethal force. But that's how I awoke on Friday.
I'm not a violent person, but I've realised, my tolerance for the stupid is near zero, so I think I'm just going to avoid them from now on. This includes people who claim that they can subscribe to their own broadband internet supply without having a phoneline, and anyone who decides that they believe that the universe should work in a certain way that doesn't actually comply with the actual rules of the universe. Infact, I'm no longer having anything to do with anyone under 25.
This weekend's been great, it's been lots of fun, but that's going to have to wait for another blog.
Writing this one's infuriated me to the point that I need to go and vent some frustration.
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