How is it that some people can hurt you so much that even when you feel like holding them close and whispering, “It’s ok, I understand; you’re too stupid for your own good, so I forgive you”, you still want to punch them in the face when you see them? And after everything they’ve done to you, they still have the gall to ask you, “When are you going to start talking to me again?” As if in no way are they responsible for your sour mood – which happens to be aimed directly and solely at them.

There’s much to be said about the power of words. But when it comes to these people, they just don’t know realize when or how to use their words. And then you find yourself in weird situations with these people, only because they said the wrong thing at the wrong time.

The only answer that I can muster for this question, with as much indifference as a soul can show, is “As soon as you get your head out of your ass.” And even then, you know it’s going to take them ages to figure out what it was that they said which pissed you off in the first place.

But what if something happens to you in the course of time it takes people to realize they were wrong? Something sinister; for example, you may be beamed up by Satan-worshipper aliens. Farfetched, I know, but this does happen to people. Mostly to schizophrenics, yes, but that’s beside the point.

So what if I actually had held him and told him that I forgave him for his stupidity and lack of social awareness? What if I had resisted the urge to spit in his face? What if I had been the bigger person? But what is the use of this epiphany now that I’m lying on this wooden altar with my wrists slit open and my blood being collected in bowls to be presented to whatever Pagan God these weird yellow-eyes green monkeys worship!!