Bore-doom

You don’t say.

That’s so impressive.

Wow. I am just so

impressed with your

fascinating knowledge

regarding things no

real, feeling person,

gives a high, holy, crap

about.

Oh, and you repeat yourself.

Of course you do.

Why wouldn’t you?

I got all the facts the

first time you told me.

I was not looking for a

full recap of what you

just said. But please, go on.

You’re also very

inappropriate and say

sexually awkward things

because you think it’ll

get a laugh or shock

people. Well, it is shocking

how poor your taste is.

I just have to nod though,

out of fear you’ll repeat

yourself if I say anything

in objection.

So you also twist and

manipulate people just so

you get what you want but

don’t care what bridges you

burn or destruction you leave

in your wake. That’s swell.

You’re an amazing person

and I’m sure everyone loves you

for you.

Sigh.

Still more? Oh, well, I guess

I can hear one more story

about something completely

terrible and boring that happened

to a friend of a friend of an

acquaintance of a cousin involving

something sexually inappropriate.

Riveting I’m sure.

Me? No, I died about forty

minutes ago when you first

started rambling in my

ear about your awfulness.

Or at least I wish I had.

No, I don’t have anything

better to do, so I’m just as

bad as you. I’m just as boring

and annoying as you are.

But I try to keep it to

myself.