It's incredibly petty and narrow minded of me, but I just can't help myself. I'v given you a fair chance, and to be honest, you're actually perfectly lovely and nice some of the time, but it's the other times that just tip the balance too far and make me wish that you weren't here at all.
When you don't come, I have really great evenings with my friends, we talk and laugh and chat about serious stuff and nonsense and everything in between. We're all relaxed and happy and no one has to worry about what they say or what they're doing.
With you here, all that abruptly stops. Now we have to watch every word, for fear you'll repeat something to the wrong person later. We have to be careful about where we leave things in case you pick them up and break them, or knock them over.
But the most annoying thing is how we constantly have to keep you entertained. Not a single minute of the conversation can't be about you, and if we try to move the subject onto more important things you find some pathetic reason to whine or complain or ask a question so that the focus is back on you.
I don't want you to think that I don't like you. You're perfectly nice, you're funny, a lot of the time I enjoy spending time with you. When you're in a good mood, you're really great company. It's just when you're in a bad mood that I spend the whole evening just hoping that you'll fall asleep again so we can all relax a bit.
Maybe when I've lived a little more I'll find the patience to cope with you. Until then, I'll just keep smiling and nodding while you bore the hell out of me again.
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