I am here
I had to yell that last weekend, I didn't like having to do so.
But it's one of those things. In group situations I prefer / am used to organised discussion, where everyone has their chance for formal input and to interject when appropriate, but life is not a big meeting so when in a group of friends it seems that the most vocal receives the attention unless one stands up takes the floor, clashing opinions or getting off track can make this harder as a point may lose it's meaning or become redundant. So while there was a state of confusion with everyone talking at once, I was trying to make a suggestion but my intent to interject was missed, resorting to an idea i merely hollered "I AM HERE!" which did get me the ears, with a measure of confusion, but it got me the chance to have my say and straighten things out. I admit that I am long-winded, but I do like details, to leave no doubt when I speak. Why say I'd like a ball, when it doesn't specify the size, colour, type and so on. Someone could give me a ball but it might not be the one I wanted, because I didn't give enough details. This rough example is why I hate people who try to simplify their words too much, getting to the point is important for sure, but at the expense of clarity?
This problem appears in other places in my life, to my displeasure. Many a time I've pressed up behind a car, not too close, and they will not yeild, either out of ignorance or arrogance, I can't quite work it out. If someone would like to come flying up my ass, I'll happily make way for them. Let them speed, their choice their consequence and if my letting someone pass ends up with the speeder killing a kid on the road, I will not take blame for failing to prevent it, I cannot control the behavior of others so why should I be responsible? But when someone else is doing below the limit and won't get out of my way, or when I try to merge responsibly and properly, someone has to try and push up all the same, for the sake of mere inches. What drives a person to basically sandwich one another in stupid positions and then complain that others can't perform simple road tasks? is my car invisible? it's not even a black car with headlights off at night, which can come out of nowhere, no, this is a white family sedan clearly trying to do the right thing, in broad daylight.
I have heard that humans are innately selfish, they will, without realising, attempt to serve their objectives or desires before considering their fellow man. Chivalry truely is dead. I will not say that I am without fault, or that my views are not conceited, I really do think every other moron on the road has no idea, and that when I want to speak, it matters enough to warrant attention, I will gladly listen to others in fair turn, so I do make that concession, but damnit, I. AM. FUCKING. HERE.
Is that so hard to grasp?
But it's one of those things. In group situations I prefer / am used to organised discussion, where everyone has their chance for formal input and to interject when appropriate, but life is not a big meeting so when in a group of friends it seems that the most vocal receives the attention unless one stands up takes the floor, clashing opinions or getting off track can make this harder as a point may lose it's meaning or become redundant. So while there was a state of confusion with everyone talking at once, I was trying to make a suggestion but my intent to interject was missed, resorting to an idea i merely hollered "I AM HERE!" which did get me the ears, with a measure of confusion, but it got me the chance to have my say and straighten things out. I admit that I am long-winded, but I do like details, to leave no doubt when I speak. Why say I'd like a ball, when it doesn't specify the size, colour, type and so on. Someone could give me a ball but it might not be the one I wanted, because I didn't give enough details. This rough example is why I hate people who try to simplify their words too much, getting to the point is important for sure, but at the expense of clarity?
This problem appears in other places in my life, to my displeasure. Many a time I've pressed up behind a car, not too close, and they will not yeild, either out of ignorance or arrogance, I can't quite work it out. If someone would like to come flying up my ass, I'll happily make way for them. Let them speed, their choice their consequence and if my letting someone pass ends up with the speeder killing a kid on the road, I will not take blame for failing to prevent it, I cannot control the behavior of others so why should I be responsible? But when someone else is doing below the limit and won't get out of my way, or when I try to merge responsibly and properly, someone has to try and push up all the same, for the sake of mere inches. What drives a person to basically sandwich one another in stupid positions and then complain that others can't perform simple road tasks? is my car invisible? it's not even a black car with headlights off at night, which can come out of nowhere, no, this is a white family sedan clearly trying to do the right thing, in broad daylight.
I have heard that humans are innately selfish, they will, without realising, attempt to serve their objectives or desires before considering their fellow man. Chivalry truely is dead. I will not say that I am without fault, or that my views are not conceited, I really do think every other moron on the road has no idea, and that when I want to speak, it matters enough to warrant attention, I will gladly listen to others in fair turn, so I do make that concession, but damnit, I. AM. FUCKING. HERE.
Is that so hard to grasp?