Driven to distraction
This bloody flatmate of mine is driving me fucking nuts!
I almost wish he had turned out to be a psycho axe-murderer or something. At least then he wouldn’t be such an awful bore. Instead he is apparently trying to talk me to death, which is incredibly painful.
I have known some people who love to hear themselves talk in my life, but this guy beats them all by miles. He must be a very lonely man, because I get the impression that he has more or less waited for me to have anybody to talk to. So from the minute he comes home in the afternoon and finds me in the kitchen, he is blathering on endlessly about anything that comes to his mind. I have already started to hide in my room or go out before he comes, but sooner or later I run into him every evening.
It wouldn’t be so bad, if he had any sense of humor and at least occasionally something interesting to say. Sadly, neither one is the case. If it was, he would probably have some friends as well. Gaaahhhh…
Last night he told me more or less the entire story of his marriage and subsequent divorce. I wasn’t interested to hear any of this stuff in the first place, but after more than 2 hours of his whining all I wanted was ask him for his Ex’ phone number to tell her that I completely understand her decision to leave him. What I don’t understand is why she married him in the first place.
I really have to find some friends here to have another place to hang out and some intelligent, funny people to talk to before he bores me to death.
Is he gay?
LOL, I wish he was! At least then he would be marginally interesting.
He’s just terminally boring I’m afraid.
I’m thinking that this guy and my husband would make great friends. My husband works by himself, and when I get home from the office and just want to chill, he’s like a loaded gun of questions and stories and ramblings. Errr…drives me insane!
I feel your pain.
Maybe he needs therapy or something. I ended up being kept hostage by a guy who couldn’t stop talking, and in the end I just had to stop his yabbering and leave. Some people don’t know when it’s time to take a breath.
Therapy sounds good. At least there he could talk his therapist to death instead of me.
I’m not sure I know him well enough yet to suggest that to him, though. But it’s obvious that he’s got major issues…
Then again, don’t we all?
Yikes, I feel your pain! This happens to me on nearly a daily basis with people who are for all intents and purposes… strangers. There are lots of lonely OR socially inept people in the world. On several occasions I’ve had to tell someone who was spilling their guts to me in the middle of my little shop that perhaps they’d be better off seeking professional help. You’ve no idea how quickly that stops the confessions… try it, something tells me that you’ll feel better if you do. And maybe it will stop him, even if it’s only temporarily.