Untamed

Talking with a friend tonight lead to them thinking they knew what I was feeling. They enjoyed using made-up words such as “arguetive” to describe how I was, despite the fact that I knew I wasn’t any of those things at all, at the time. What makes this even funnier is that the friend in question is the ripe age of twenty and should at least have a decent grasp on the English language; the fact that he doesn’t makes taking him seriously a little problematic. What started this? I made one simple comment that said, “I wouldn’t care if you thought ‘less’ of me because of your own opinion about me” and frankly, I wouldn’t.

What I’ve noticed about this “friend” is that he thinks superiority comes with age. Being two years older than me suddenly makes me a “little one”, as if trying to imply that I’m lesser than he is merely because I was born in 1987; a fact of which is out of my control. If anything, he is lesser than me; his immaturity, his inability to spell and hold decent logic – all of which I possess moreso than he. I don’t really have too much of a problem with this guy but admittedly some “qualities” can be rather nerve grating, enough to become slightly irritated over. I’ll be picky and say that his lack of typing skills annoys me, also. I can stand the average “poor” typer, but his is just beyond poor – I mean, some people are at least able to use some question marks and other things at the appropriate times. These don’t even exist to him. At least, not that I’ve seen.

But hey, I’m “arguetive”, so it is of no surprise that I’m making a ranting entry about the things that grate my nerves with this particular person. I suppose that’s just me being the “little one”, though.