I could kill

Some people piss me off. Ignorant of the fact, that they are ruining my day.

It's like having someone poke you with a stick in the.. anywhere really, as getting poked with a stick is freakin annoying either way, and I'm unable to do anything about it as I'm bound to the one doing the poking in a situation where neither can leave.

The one doing the poking, whom I will henceforth refer to as the gimp, is one of those persons who thinks highly enough of themselves to interrupt others mid-sentence, thinking their addition to the conversation is notably better than whatever the rest of the sentence would be. They are however, not the kind of people where that actually would be the fact. The self-overrated addition they shove in there is nothing more than a sheer annoyance for most others taking part of the conversation, as it most often either is a form of repeating what was already stated or simply irrelevant. It is however not frowned upon by many others as they're all in the same situation as me; unable to leave.

The gimp is revealed once it fails to understand a given situation and it's role in that situation. This will most often occur in a way similar to what I explained earlier, where someone is either broken off mid-sentence or where a comment or an act is made with zero relevance to the situation.

Once revealed, the gimp goes about it's business, continuously failing, either it is at delivering a joke, a punchline, a burn or even a simple comment. The entirety of the gimps existence is practically equivalent to the definition of annoyance.

1. The act of annoying or the state of being annoyed.

2. A cause of irritation or vexation; a nuisance.

I find it the 2nd point is especially fitting, as it quite accurately describes how I experience the gimp. Yet it doesn't point out exactly why it's irritating. I figure I have a certain standard for people. And when people prove to be less than they in my opinion should be, then I find it they've simply failed to evolve, and thus fail to amaze.

You won't get on my bad side unless you annoy me, but neither will you get on my good side unless you amaze me, it's as easy as that.

My mind likes to wander

It forms the next in line thought before I arrive there, so that it will be ready for me, and it is usually an advantage, but it does make it hard to stop sometimes.

I wish I could at least have a say in where it's heading, but I don't.

It's one thing when you're all alone with your thoughts and it's off on it's own, but when you're in a situation where your thoughts become your words in an instant, and those words are directed at a certain someone, it's a different story.

In most situations one would prefer to control the words spoken as to control the outcome of the conversation, especially if the conversation is turning into a fight. However, a mind going about as it sees fit could also conjure pleasant outcomes. Outcomes one otherwise wouldn't have dared to aim for, and most often in situations where one doesn't feel at ease.

Over-thinking comments, situations, incidents and surroundings rarely lead to any good, so why not let the mind work on it's own premises once in a while?

Personally I rarely find myself in a situation where my mind gets me into trouble, and it rarely puts me in places I find myself surprised to be, however, it does like messing with me by putting random pictures and ideas into my line of thought when I'm trying to concentrate. I guess this could be called a normal sense of disturbance or even the urges of an imposed need for mainstream entertainment.

Lately I've observed countless incidents where this urge has won the battle and with it the control of the mind, shutting down all focus on the task that was at hand. It annoys me that fewer and fewer seem to master the skill of concentration and thus the ability to be at their best at their own cue. To succumb to the minds own will, only to be able to contemplate wonders and topics outside the medias attention for a maximum of mere minutes, before seemingly loosing interest.

The interest isn't lost, it's simply concealed by the aforementioned urge. Once one manages to avoid giving in to the urge, one will find the interest for the topic is refreshed and the concentration is yet intact. The ability to maintain one's concentration will on the other hand subside by time, resulting in some sort of break.

This, however, is only healthy, and most welcome as one in general feels refreshed afterwards, ready for a new go at the topic.