You know what really gets my goat?
(Yes, I have a goat. Doesn’t everyone?)
Observe the following exchange, and you’ll get the idea.
Friend De Hoomster: Oh, no! Hoomster!
Hoomster: Oh, no! What?
Friend De Hoomster: My foot fell off!
Hoomster: Oh, no! Your foot fell off!
Friend De Hoomster: Oh, no!
Hoomster: Here’s an old, tried and true Asian remedy. Get some crazy glue. Put it on your foot. Then put your foot back on. Works like a charm. It’s what I always do whenever my foot falls off, and my foot hasn’t fallen off in YEARS.
Friend De Hoomster: I ran out of crazy glue. And I don’t want to go out right now and get some more.
Hoomster: …
Friend De Hoomster: Oh, no!
Hoomster: …
Friend De Hoomster: …
If you do this to me, do you know why I stop talking to you? Because you came to me with a problem, I offered you a wonderful solution, and you decided not to take it. Yet you still want to talk about your problem.
…
WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME? GOD!
This is one of the many ways that I’m actually a boy-girl, ie, a girl that totally thinks like a boy. I’ll vent with you and sympathize, but there’s a limit. If I have a solution, I’m offering it to you. If you don’t respond to it in any productive way, I am walking away from you, because you are an idiot and you make my blood boil.
Ugh.
I really am such a boy sometimes.
This post limits my ability to continue blaming this particular habit on gender :P
Hahahaha.