Yak, Yak, Yak

People talk, don't they. “Yap, yap, yap.” I must be getting intolerant? I went to the post office and had to stand in line for quite some time, as there was quite a queue, stupid me for going in during lunch time. And these two in front of me never stopped talking, not for a second. There wasn't even a pause. They didn't even seem to draw breath. They just kept on yakking until I wanted to say, “oh, shut up!”

I guess that is what, intolerant, is there another word for it? People are annoying.

Like death and Taxes.

And whiney people. No, the irony isn't lost on me.

Inconsiderate people are right up there.

The closed minded.

People who fall for conspiracy theories.

People who swear the obviously untrue is true.

And the talkers. Oh, the talkers.

I left the post office. I crossed back over the street. I thought about going to a Vipassana retreat just to detox the world. That kind of made me smile. Me? But then you have the problem of organised religion. And detox is bullshit anyway, you can’t detox. There is no Get Out of Jail Free card on toxins. It doesn't work that way.

So, I don’t know, I guess, then it is just voodoo dolls and pins. I wondered where you get a voodoo doll as headed home.