There is nothing I loathe more than political discussion. Using the word “discussion” is usually putting it mildly.
While I was waiting for my ride to work yesterday, I was in a really bad position. I had to stand at the door and look out for my ride to show up so I couldn’t really go anywhere. It was too cold to just stand outside and wait or I would have.
Another person in my house came down stairs and sat in the kitchen with his phone on speaker talking to another person about…wait for it…you guessed it. Fucking politics.
If the door would have been made of glass, I would have thrown myself through it. It would have been a more pleasant experience.
The very definition of hell for me is being forced to listen to anyone talk about politics. I went into work feeling dirty after that.
True story.
