You know that person that even though you clearly want to be left the fuck alone, just won’t stop telling you about every mundane aspect of their lives?

Yeah. I’m stuck with one of those today.

I’ve tried ignoring. I’ve tried one word answers.

I’m doing everything in my power to focus on what I’m doing and simply will this person away. I’ve even tried politely suggesting that I have a lot to do, and that she has a lot to do, and that maybe we’d both be better off doing the things we have to do.

And yet, I can’t stop hearing about all the troubles and travails of her life. She’s taken to very loudly yelling about them at me from across the office.

I try not to be rude to people, but it’s coming to a point in my life where I think I’m going to simply have to be, in order to shut the fuckers up.

Some people need putting in their place.

I strive for peace and love, and still, suffer no fools. It’s a contradiction I’ve yet to solve.

Target: 500 words
Written: 282 words, novella: The Mungk